It really is unique.
In St. John's, it's all about ourselves and all about permanence. Public art doesn't exist unless it is permanent and explicitly related to our history or identity.
You simply do not get these temporary flourishes of urban joy that Montreal provides. I'm exceedingly jealous, not so much for the public art installations, but for the maturity of the culture that installs them.
We're grand, I'm sure there's no doubt how much I love my city and culture... but it's things like that that remind me... it's cosmopolitan in many ways, yes, but it's also heartbreakingly provincial in many others.
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Note to self: "The plural of anecdote is not evidence."
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