Wow!! Bobad, in a way your bringing tears of joy to my eyes. You've awaken so many memories.
I had just arrived to take a nursing course (A little rare at the time for the male species.)from a little village. My brother and I would pay our 35 cent fair and take a bus to St. Catherine Street to watch the girls walk by. The fashon was something we were awa struck with. Then we would go in a local strip joint and watch the girls in cages dance. Times have changed. Someone gave me about a month ago a package of beer coasters of all the pavilions of 1967. I was looking at them tonight because a friend (recently met on the internet) was telling me of a story of himself and a young love he had met were caught streaking running out of the American Pavillion. It made front page in the Montreal Star. Wish I could find the picture for him.