|Gravelly-voiced Singer and Hubby|
|Very Discreet Elf|
Every year in front of St-Enfant-Jesus Church in Parc Lahaie, there's a festive family area. When we arrived at about 3:30 pm, it was almost dusk. A woman with a gravelly Janet Joplin voice was singing bluesy music in a heated shed with a large window, men were selling Christmas trees, two sheep were eating hay, and there was someone roasting chestnuts over an open-fire (I kid you not.) There were also people roasting weenies, and much to my daughter's delight, there were marshmallows for sale, 6 for $1, sticks included. It would be hard for many to imagine that we were smack in the middle of the Island of Montreal, and apart from the money for marshmallows, it was free, but more importantly, it was fun.
I couldn't help but notice all the young parents with infants, looking tired and relieved that they were finally listening to adult music with other adults actually "present." They seemed too tired for conversation, but they had made it outdoors nonetheless. Kudos to the woman who braved the cold and breastfed her baby next to the open fire. A feat not matched by many in frigid temperatures.