In the midst of Mile End is a cute little street only available to the non-car people… like French Panic and myself.
It is a short street with people’s houses abutting it on both sides in that very Montréal sort of way. Graffiti, most of it very creative, decorates these walls, which I’m sure sort of pisses off the home owners. I like to think I wouldn’t mind if it was my house, cause it wouldn’t matter. Like having a grudge match with the ocean, anger towards street artists has exactly zero effect.
I have no idea why it is named Groll, or what Groll even means. I’m not going to bother trying to find out either.
Every time we walk near Groll to go anywhere, I insist on walking down it… and then down the alleys that connect to it. It makes me smile, and that is some special street.
I’m going to miss you, Groll street.