this week i

sat on the chicoutimi porch, big empty buses drive by on the regular.  no ticks this far north yet, but plenty of marches aux puces.

toured two old french papermills, ancestral slurpees in hand.

watched the quebecois fringants, in town, then around lake roberval.  cowboys all the way down.

drove to the end of the fjord for one summer day.