La Débâcle de Charlevoix
April 1st, 2017
October 6 to 8, 2017
Glass artist at Ô vitrô & cie
” An old French saying states that when marrying, the bride moves into her husband’s country or hometown. The reverse is also true. I met my wife in Montréal where I was born. I was delighted when I found out she came from Les Éboulements as I’ve known Charlevoix for many years and it is a part of the country I love and often visited during the winter. Three years ago we left everything behind and moved to Charlevoix permanently. And we recently bought, sheer coincidence, the house where she was born in Les Éboulements.
In Montréal, I had only 3 or 4 cousins. I was welcomed here with open arms by more than 30 cousins by marriage. That’s the way the people of Charlevoix are: welcoming, warm, unique. My boutique is visited daily by city dwellers envying our lifestyle. There is certainly cause for envy when looking at our sceneries and the particular light, typical of the Boréalie. I always say that light is my raw material not glass. I am lucky.
At Les Éboulements, the perspective is fabulous: the river at our feet, mountains of Le Massif to the west, the sea to the east and an island at the very centre of it. We went camping to Isle-aux-Coudres on so many occasions with our son. It always brings back wonderful memories.
In winter, I go snowshoeing at the Mont-du-lac-des-Cygnes in the Grands-Jardins national park. The summit is the ideal place to observe the crater and the Mont des Éboulements, centre of the impact of the fall of a meteorite. We love visiting Baie-Saint-Paul’s restaurants and cafés as well as the many art galleries.
We turned 60 and bought a piece of land to plant fruit trees. It is our way of providing for our son’s future. He lives in Montréal but is deeply attached to Charlevoix. “