
10:30AM. I really should have been up earlier but was pretty beat from the night of dancing and late bedtime. A quick shower, a quick change, and out the door. Again, I was aiming for the Métro, this time for Guy-Concordia Station on the Green Line. A short wait and ride later delivered me to Lasalle Station, which definitely had the coolest design of any of the stations I’d seen yet. From here, I needed to catch bus #58 which would take me down to the South of Verdun
I asked the driver to let me off at the Douglas Hospital (which the instructions told me was across the street from the event) though, as it turned out, there were enough swing dancers on board that I wouldn’t have had to worry about missing my target. At least a couple of faces were recognizable from the Friday night. So, when we reached our target most of the bus piled out and (as I would do so often that day) I joined the herd.
Swing l’été was still being set up as I arrived so I wandered a bit and snapped photos. The whole event would take place at a large, covered, outdoor dance floor looking out over the St. Lawrence River. A still moat separated the structure from the surrounding park and a bicycle/walking path with bridges provided the only means of getting to or from this isle of dance (ilovedance?). The shore around was covered in trees and other greenery. On the whole, it was a breathtaking site.
Shortly after I arrived, a childrens’ dance class started. The girl leading the class [Edit: named Laura Brunelle, thanks to Alain Fragman for the info] had them stepping out basic rhythms, running around, flapping their arms, and interpreting the music (quite a variety of genres) for quite some time. It was all very cute.
While I was seated on the sidelines, some girls came around handing out plastic leis. After some language confusion, it was explained that the white lei was for beginners and the yellow lei was for intermediate dancers. I went for the yellow and hoped for the best given the classes would be taught in French. Eventually, as more people showed up the event got underway.
The first of the intermediate classes was taught by Max Pitruzzella and Annie Trudeau, champion dancers. They taught the first part of a charleston routine. Surprisingly, it wasn’t too hard to follow even as taught in a different language, but I became confused (as usual) once I had to remember too many things in short order. I asked if I could film the routine and they said it would be performed in full later on and I was welcome to film.
The second class was in Balboa, and unfortunately I forget the teachers’ names [Edit: Patricia Brodeur and Frédéric Barbe, also champion dancers, thanks to Didier Jean-Francois for the info]. We learned a Bal-swing turn that’s quickly fading from my memory, unfortunately. It was a nice move at any rate.
[Edit: Didier Jean-Francois also mentions: "Both couples (Max & Annie + Patricia & Fred) teach for Studio 88-SWING at it's 4 Montreal locations"]

After the lessons and presentations, the social dancing began. At this point many more dancers were starting to arrive, of all different skill levels and specialties. For the most part what I saw was six-count dance. There were occasional 8-count dances, but mostly (as at Cat’s Corner the previous night), it seemed to be 6-count dance with 8-count variations thrown in. In chatting with one girl from Ottawa, she said the same thing–Montréal is a 6-count town. She was used to 8-count back in Ottawa and said it took some adapting.
I managed to get some 6-count practice in, but couldn’t remember anything fancy. Ah well. The 8-count I danced when I wasn’t completely tired (by the end of the dance I was exhausted) was, I think, pretty decent and well received. The follows were all wonderful and didn’t fail to look good and make me look good while dancing.
By the next batch of presentations, I had danced countless times and was having to drink water at an astounding rate due to the heat (27ºC at one point). I’m sure most of us were glad for the break.
I found a good seat, cleared some space on my camera, and began filming the presentations. First up, was Swing Connexion “Lite” with a fraction of the group’s total members. They did a charming Lindy hop routine to “Won’t You Come Home Bill Bailey”. They were followed by the larger part of Swing Connexion whose performance I, regrettably, didn’t have the space to record. I spent much of their routine clearing old data off my memory card so I’d have room to record the next act, which was Alain Fragman and Sylwia Bielec performing a very classy Lindy routine.
I’m starting to forget the exact order of events here, but at some point in the afternoon it was announced that everyone who had a birthday in the month of July should make their way to the centre of the dance floor. It took me awhile to clue in as the announcements were all in French, but eventually I asked what was going on and raced to the middle. There, a red lei was bestowed upon me to mark me and it was announced that we would be having a traditional birthday jam. A birthday jam circle in Montréal! I was ecstatic.
To fill in the non-dancers among my handful of readers, in a jam circle involves one or more individuals starting out in the centre of a ring of other dancers. Particular partners or random partners will join them in dancing at the start of the song and at random, other dancers will steal the original person from the previous partner. These can be a lot of fun.
After the (excellent) birthday jam, I was all set to go back to some ordinary Lindy hopping when it was announced that, oh no, the jam was not yet over. We would be participating in a birthday snowball!
A snowball, again for the non-dancers and perhaps the dancers who are unaware, starts exactly the same as a normal jam circle. The snowballing can occur in either of (probably at least) two ways:
- A ‘caller’ shouts “SNOWBALL!” at which point all the couples break up and the individuals each seek out a new partner from the crowd, or
- Pairs of dancers (lead/follow pairs) run into the circle at their leisure and perform a steal on each other couple.
At Swing l’été, the #1 method was used which confused me greatly until I figured out the caller was saying “snowball” in French. It was still great fun.

Also at a point in time I can’t make more specific, the whole group got together for a Shim Sham. I love how this seems to stay exactly the same no matter where you go. I actually managed to perform most of it, much to my delight.
Eventually, the dance came to a close and we all went our own ways. This event will definitely stand out in my memory for years to come, however. Thank you to everyone in Montréal for making me feel welcome.
The rest of my photos can be viewed here.