Sunday morning, I decided to leave the apartment, under the screed of a slight headache. The sky is grey, the air humid so that you don't feel comfortable right away even if the main purpose of this walk is to get some fresh air. I dive into the subway to get out at Place d'Armes station. To the Old Port.
Near the Village, in Émilie-Gamelin Park, a colorful labyrinth has appeared. I don't know if the installation is finished or if it was conceived in this way, pure abstract art probably wanting to be a break with the everyday landscape as we often write to explain nothing.
It's not hot "for the water pump" this morning (French expression to tells that it's cold as to freeze your balls). The cold, like a big elephant, is pushing everything in the porcelain shop. The passers-by are shivering, some are overdressed while others still have their skirts a little too short.