Deja Vu

When we return to the land of our youth, all the dreams and fears of that time seem to percolate to the surface again.  This emotional landscape feels quite quaint, from the perspective of 61.  And so, here I am in that long past world of bellcast, tin roofs, "Arret" and now street demonstrations.  We left beautiful, prosperous Brockville and rolled into Quebec.  The exit to St Anne-de-Bellevue beckoned us and we took Dean down our Memory Lane, showing him the church where we were married, my old home, and Pointe Claire village, with its ancient windmill, Eglise St. Joachim and the lake.  Finally, we found our way into the city, through its crumbling infrastructure (the Mercier Bridge, falling apart, is reduced to two lanes for safety..yikes !) and to our B&B, Les Bons Matins.  David met us there and gave us each a red square.  I know that we will have many discussions about this situation - the activity seems very close to our accomodation...police are everywhere and traffic is disrupted.  The boys say that the United Church is responsible for their revolutionary thinking.