Little Burgundy is two stories stacked on the same streets: a market quarter built to feed the southwest, and the neighbourhood that gave Montreal its jazz. The English-speaking Black community here — railway-porter families, mostly — raised Oscar Peterson and ran a club strip that earned the city its place on the map. The market is the start; the music is the soul.
About three kilometres, best on a Saturday morning when Atwater Market is in full voice. Begin under the deco clock tower — the cheese counter, the butchers, the flower stalls toward the canal — then walk east along Rue Notre-Dame, the antiques row where the working district's cast-offs are resold by the dealer-load.
Turn up into Little Burgundy proper, past the streets where Peterson grew up and the park that bears his name. Saint-Antoine ran the clubs in the Rockhead's Paradise years, the city's answer to Harlem; the clubs are gone but the ground remembers. End where the old rowhouses meet the new condos by the canal, and walk down to Charlevoix.