This complex is part of what once was a vibrant neighbourhood of "travailleurs" nestled between the new highway, the old canal, and a strip of informal brothels... North St. Henri was the ideal working class neighbourhood where everyone lived their lot along with a quiet quart of Laurentide in shirtsleeves on the stoop after the workday was done, children playing in the street.

Then came the canal vs. the highway, the collapse of small industry & manufacturing in the city. This building is one of many "factoires anonymes" slated for redundancy through the 80's purges of efficiency. In the crumbling loading bays, & the offices that sleep but don't wake up the trappings of daily work and support level commerce echo through the stale water drips. The offices, manufacturing floor & dismantled loading bays ring with echoes of hurried calls, tight schedules, and legions of labourers long gone. Pigeons & graffiti artists are the "directeur" now. Owners are replaced by spraycan senates. The codec is desolation. In lots so spoiled by industrial waste that even condos can't move in... the phantoms speak loudest.