In Effect in Villeray

Well, we made it. We are in the new place, more or less (it takes awhile to settle in, you know). The computers work, the DSL works, the stove works (though it is a real PITA to get a gas stove hooked up in Quebec; on the other hand, we have a gas stove again), the satellite TV works, our stuff is put away (though in some cases it’s still in bags or boxes — the studio isn’t happening right now, alas). Amazingly, the grill fits on the loggia (that’s a porch, dear readers, and the picture above is the view from the porch). We have a parking sticker for our car, our mail is being forwarded, the new residents of Chateau Frontenac are happily unpacking themselves, and we’ve even managed to explore the neighborhood a little. The stereo speakers are finally hooked up and we even listened to a record while cooking dinner tonight (U2: The Unforgettable Fire — the record collection needs some serious revitalization at this point but it’s good for 80s alternarock).

Our only mistake? We didn’t paint before moving in. That will have to happen with all our stuff here. Sooner rather than later, I hope, since there’s no point in putting pictures on the wall until there’s a fresh coat of paint.

The main thing, though, besides the fact that this is the nicest place we’ve ever lived, is that we’re in a more interesting neighborhood.

Things within walking distance of our new abode:

Cheap, good ethnic food: Salvadoran, sushi, Lebanese, tapas, Vietnamese, Haitian, Indian, a gazillion italian places and a bunch of meaty places I’ll never try
Groceries etc: a wonderful fruterie at the corner, several others nearby, an IGA , a bunch of latin American grocers, bakeries, and most importantly, the Marché Jean Talon (now we have to get one of those roll-y shopping baskets).
Services: metro Jarry, a cool video store, at least 2 coffee shops (1 with wireless, the other roasts its own), a luthier with amazing handmade basses on the wall (not like I need another bass right now), several drugstores, tailor, shoe repair, shoe store, a gazillion hair places for Carrie to choose from, doctors, dentists, at least one gym,
Other cool stuff nearby: the garment district (which is where I bought all the fabric for my vests a couple years back), Jarry park, the Boyer bike path (now all I need is a bike and to get in biking shape — maybe after the thaw).

Though we are further out, the commute to McGill is almost exactly the same as before given our proximity to the metro. Just so long as the green line doesn’t go down.

Tomorrow is the first day of school, though Wednesday is my first teaching day. As usual, I’m looking forward to it. I’ll have more to say about other things when I get the chance. But for now, I wanted to resurface.

Pass it on. . .

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Skipping Ahead to the Ending. . . .

People keep asking us if we found a place, and since we’re in the midst of moving, perhaps it’s time to flip the novel to the end before getting there the old fashioned way. YES, we found a place. The full story will have to wait, but it’s a floor of an old calendar factory in Villeray, very very close to the Jarry metro stop, which means it’s close to all sorts of things. And we’re moving into it next week. Which, combined with a busy time at the office, might account for unanswered emails, all manner of unfinished business, and a relatively sleepy blog.

Real Estate Part V: A Learning Experience

Note to readers who have tuned in with the program in progress: as I mentioned in my first entry for this series, my story is mostly in the past tense. In fact, we have purchased a place and are set to move in late August. The Verdun entry describes events from last August and September (2006). I also realize that this will go on endlessly at this pace, so I’m going to pick it up, as I don’t want to blog about real estate forever.

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Our first round of candidates in hand, and our first tour of Montreal complete, we mulled it over. Everything seemed so expensive and there was no perfect place though some were tempting. As fall approached, several sellers dropped their prices and we were ever so tempted to make an offer. But not quite ready. We still hadn’t figured out a lot of things (like the Canadian mortgage system, which is a whole other post). And we were determined to get a better deal. We thought that maybe we could get places listing for $350000 for $275000 or $300000. But we didn’t even get to the point of making an offer.

In the meantime, our agent Luc informed us that he was switching to another part of the business, appraisal, and that he would no longer be able to serve as our agent come the end of October. We got busy with school and didn’t see clear to make an offer. He “retired” and referred us to another agent, Sandra, who would carry us through for the duration.

Sandra sent us a list of new places to look at, and we asked her also to check on our top 3.

All of them had sold, for more than we were willing to pay. We were in for a long winter.

The first place we really liked with Sandra was in Rosemount, a neighborhood east of the Petit Patrie and full of tree lined streets, parks and even some houses. This place was on 3rd Av E., and while it was nice and big enough, it needed renovation of the kitchen and 2 bathrooms. And it was $355000. Oh, and the public transit situation to McGill was not particularly good. That said, if the transit situation were better, Rosemount would be a great option. It’s virtually unknown to our Anglophone friends; it seems like a Francophone NDG but cheaper: lots of beautiful old brick, pretty streets and neighborhood establishments. Still, nothing came of our brief flirtation with Rosemount.

From this point on, we basically entered our winter of discontent. Our time serverely curtailed by the school year and pickings getting slimmer, we went months without seeing anything we really liked. There was a place in Old Montreal with potential but it was too small and too expensive ($400000 for a place smaller than ours but in better condition, but with almost no services in close walking distance, and the taxes were high too). There was the psychologists’ office on St. Denis, just north of Rosemount. It was an old house (a house!) for $330000. Of course, we’d have to re-convert it back into a house from its mix of psychoanalysis and sexology services. Also there was a distrurbing crack in the stairwell. And it needed a new bathroom. And St. Denis is LOUD.

And so we looked when we could, and we really found nothing of much interest for months. We had our pangs of regret for not making offers on the places we liked. We knew the market better and knew what things we worth. We were ready, if only we could find a place.

Then the spring came. . . .

Real Estate Saga Part IV: Verdun

In case it’s not already clear, we had a strategy. We figured that if we wanted a large place at a slight discount, we’d have to look outside the “hottest” neighborhoods: Plateau, Mile End, Outremont, etc.

One of our alternatives was a neighborhood called Verdun. It was on the metro green line (same as McGill) and was west of downtown. One ring out from St. Henri, it seemed like it might be a promising option. There’s a lot of “the next” talk in real estate, as in “neighborhood x will be the next Plateau.” Verdun is supposed to be the next St. Henri, I guess. I’m sure that there are many nice, normal homes in Verdun. However, when you get into the 2000 square foot range, things get a bit nutty.

5789 Verdun looked intriguing on paper. One of the pictures featured what appeared to be a grand piano.

And indeed, if you can fit a piano in a place, we want to take a look. But it was kind of confusing. For instance, there was this picture:

Yes, that is a giant mirror. It turns out that said mirror abuts a giant indoor hottub, right about where you’d expect to have a dining room. And where the living room was supposed to be, there was a bed on a stage. Within about 1 minute of entering the premises, the listing agent told us that the seller had “made over $100,000 renting the place out to the Quebec adult film industry.” Which explained the giant acrylic heels in the walk-in closet. The place turned out to have formerly been Verdun Auto Parts. So while the upstairs was refurbed as a loft/adult movie set, the basement was a whole other story. Huge and labyrithine, it was dark and contained many small rooms, as well as the remnants of an old conveyer belt. If adult movies were being made upstairs, it would be easy to imagine the basement as a horror set.

Needless to say, there was much immature giggling when we returned to the car, and our agent Luc dubbed it “the love nest.”

I no longer have the listing, but there was one other house of note in Verdun. Large and well-appointed on paper, it sounded promising. And it was an actual house. But when we arrived, we discovered that someone had put a group home for little old ladies up for sale. Sure, there was enough space, but first we’d have to buy a place and kick out a bunch of little old ladies. Very bad juju. Then we’d have to remove the locks on all the bedroom doors, the various safety railings and devices put in place, the second kitchen in the living room, the linoleum covering the hardwood floors. Well, you get the picture.

That was pretty much it for Verdun, though I will always return for the excellent big and tall clothing store.