The summer classical festival season is fun. Sunday drivers hyperventilate while passengers come to and claw weakly at the child safety locks on their way to a church in St-Alphonse-Rodriguez. My phone said this Lanaudière Festival concert was 30 kilometres northwest of Joliette, but I figured that merely indicated a sinkhole that would shoot us out gently somewhere in Chile. Not so. The church dates from 1860 and bears limited resemblance to South American ecclesiastical architecture of that era, though there were paintings of such intense colour I’d swear they were made with flattened toucans.
Or velvet.