
Run your city // Run Montcalm
By Faux Mouvement
To the north and south, the views are stunning. Imperial. The river, from the top of the Plains, holds the horizon with its reassuring arm of water. On the other side, from the Parc des...
To the north and south, the views are stunning. Imperial. The river, from the top of the Plains, holds the horizon with its reassuring arm of water. On the other side, from the Parc des...
You prefer to run before anything else. Dawn is an opportunity to refuel, to empty. Running is always a bit of both. The vacuum of effort sucks...
The world is frozen. Time suspends its hypersonic flight. The morning light streams, sparkling. The air is cold. The surface, a few days after the ice storm, is still uncertain. You...
It is the joy of running in Old Quebec: there is no one-way street for the pedestrian and the possibilities of course in its meanders are almost endless.
The wind fell with the sun. The lights of the Rothmans water tower light up at the same time as the sky turns indigo. The river has become a ...