Calling a restaurant catering to elegant dinners “St. Love” might seem the ultimate in kitsch. But then, everything sounds – and is – more romantic in French.
My Canada, 16/150: Upon these rocks
Maybe you’ve got a little stash of these too: rocks you’ve collected on your travels, each with a story.
My Canada, 15/150: Flying the flag
Generations of young Canadian travellers routinely sew the talisman of a small Canadian flag to their backpacks.
My Canada, 14/150: Cherished chocolate
Cacao trees cannot grow in Canada. However, chocolates made from their fruits proliferate from coast to coast.
My Canada, 13/150: Sticks on feet, poles in hands
I still have those skis – all wood, antique-looking now, the kind of thing hipsters pronounce “authentic.”
My Canada, 12/150: Parka People
Canada doesn’t have an official “costume” the way Germans have lederhosen and dirndl or Scots have kilts. But I’m puttin’ it out there: a parka comes close.
My Canada, 11/150: Down on the farm
Canada began as a rural nation: more than 80 per cent of people lived in rural areas in the 1870s.
My Canada, 10/150: Ski-doo to you too
In Canada, Bombardier’s Ski-doo became king, the term a generic equivalent to “snowmobile”.
