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Saturday, 03 May 2008 |
The article by Catherine Handfield daily La Presse has captured my attention this morning: The strange festivals - I knew you as well, that Quebec has probably the title of the province with more festivals (some valid… others less ) Per capita… But something surprising and thank you Catherine Handfield us emphasize… 7 of 10 festivals Quebec strange having made the list of journalist are located at the Centre-du-Quebec / Mauricie!
There are of course the classic known by all, the Festival of pig Ste-Perpetue but also on the list, the demolition derby of harvesters in Upton, the Festival of haymaking in Saint-Narcisse, the Rio Carnival (nudist) and the Festival swinger ironically both the campsite Adam and Eve in Drummondville, the Festival of beef in Inverness and finally… the cherry on the sundae (really could not ask for better), the Festival of the buckwheat cake in Louiseville , Something to be proud Father Buckwheat!
The boy who used to me every morning seems to be French. From an almost condescending tone, it still dictates the price of its small and growing chocolatines in french to all customers regardless of whether French or English. "Debrouillez you to understand," his face and his tone seemed to say.He quickly realized that I was French (26% of Ottawa residents elsewhere), then I have the right to a ton a little less arrogant but never a single smile since I go ... and yet I may even leave a tip to my friend the boy counter.
This morning it is hot-that is wet and sticky. No sun, the sky is gray and wait on the rain ... I think I will not go to concerts in the park with the Symphony Orchestra ... zut alors ... The temperature does not seem to affect ptit french which this morning was wearing a nice shirt there ... he continued to serve, without a smile, the lineage of customers who lechaient lips looking at the growing and chocolatines costs.
But in my lap, I luis cowardly "Putain guy, is hot this morning?" with a semi-false french accent mixed with Quebecers and I would even say a bit of my good old Franco-Ontarian. I had not feel like talking because I know that the lady with the Yoga mats behind me was in a hurry, but I had a smile and the largest growing in the basket. |
