Cet été qui chantait

A crow, carried by the breeze, flies over the mountains, the valley and finally the river. Follow it as it guides you to the little house with the green shutters at the end of the road in Petite-Rivière-Saint-François. There you’ll find Gabrielle, with her bright eyes, observing all the life in this part of the country: the little hay dancing in the wind, the flowers abounding on a pile of manure, the white and black birds along the flats calling...