It is 6:30 am, the sun has just got up on the northeast of St Laurent. From the terrace of the summer chalet where we write to you, we see a multitude of tiny rocks, some islands against the light then the vast sea which locals call "the river" with a big respect. On one of its islands raises the inukshuk that Louen...
Here is our first publication.
Obviously, a lot of people were waiting for it. By the way, don't expect too much, we are neither writers nor journalists.
