A day away from the Master Builder: I hadn't realized how exhausting the work can be! I had forgotten how hard physical labor is.
Recovering from a close shave with Montreal local politics last night, we let the morning slowly lift itself into action with a visit to a local sheet metal company which makes metal roofs. 10 jobs here and a charming sales girl, Danielle Chassie who did all her schooling in immersion but doesn’t speak French because no one else does, helps me to the info I need. Logical... She’d like to speak more French but no one else does. So that argument about immersion doesn’t really work. If you don’t go out into an economy which functions in a language, you won’t speak it...
Amazing amount of traffic and building going on here. This city is developing, around huge highways. Is the economy as strong as it looks? Or is everyone up to the eyeballs in debt?
The day picks up as we meet up with Frances and get an excellent lunch at La Perla. Really fine sauces and salads. Very impressive. Then on in Halifax traffic to visit the Page and Strange Art gallery to look at Johnathan Johnston’s recent work, very stark, very black, like balls of paint thrown at the white surface and landscapes hinted at. And an Ivan Murphy winterscape, all abstract but instantly recognizable. And on to Frank’s new home to chatter with him for an hour, to see his sense of humor running through his conversation, to hear him singing Blueberry Hill, then a song in German, and to realize that he is actually an asset to this place because he is so positive, so optimistic. A real lift to be with him as he salutes people at supper and tucks into his chicken pie... It’s not sad to see Frank enjoying so much around him. He’s a bit of a star in this new environment.
No photos I'm afraid because I was so exhausted by working with the MB that I left all my blogging equipment in the woods, camera included.
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