Matheus Cenali/Pexels I have in my mind the memory of one Christmas Eve. Thick snowflakes were coming down and the sun was starting to set. I was running around getting last-minute items on Avenue Cartier, a street dominated by restaurants and bars, in Quebec City’s Montcalm. There was a group of carollers singing Ça berger outside of my favourite grocery store, Provisions Inc. Provisions Inc. always dressed up for the season, that year covered in soft yellow lights and adorned with ever...
