At the end of the 1960s, it was the adventures of the trapper Blek the Rock against the red lobsters, and those of Cap'tain Swing, leader of the Ontario Wolves, accompanied by Mournful Owl, Mister Bluff and his dog Pouik, that captured my imagination as a child.
Later, it was Gilles Vigneault's incredible phrasing, in the rhythm of "Danse à Saint-Dilon", that made me dream of Quebec.
But it is only now that I have the opportunity to visit the land of winter and of that ‘few acres of snow’. I am happy about this, and I feel like saying that it was about time, as my daughter lived there before me.
So I will be in Montreal in May to teach an art I learned in a small village in Japan. It was unexpected, but that's how life is:
