Coming back from Expozine, the November book and alternative art fair, I thought I’d take a detour and visit Leonard Cohen’s house at the corner of Boulevard Saint Laurent and rue Marie Anne in Montreal. My friend used to have an apartment around the corner, so I knew this place well. Never saw Mr. Cohen, however.
This was 5:30 pm. November 13. From my point of view, the place smelt strongly of strawberry licorice. Probably an offering.
I had played an album of his earlier work when my Dad was sick, and now it reminds me of that time. Hard to play it any more, but I like his later tune, Tower of Song.
This is a quilt of Cohen memorabilia and testimonials hung up at the site.