summer as I hear it is crowded. Maybe this time of year.
A good friend of my Dad's and a local Member of Provincial Parliament in Quebec came out as a separatist in the early 1970s. It was a big wedge in their relationship for 15 - 20 years. My dad's peeps in establishment Ottawa fought separatism by instituting the first French immersion kindergardens and public schools to make English Canada bilingual. The first French Immersion classes were started a year ahead of me in my public school, a school that had or was to become an army base when terrorism started happening in Quebec. All the members of parliament had soldiers in bushes in front of their houses as my brother found out when he went to ring the door of an MP whose daughter was having a birthday party my sister was attending. Those same MPs and all the people in our suburban village where the senior public servants and politicians lived pushed for that program. French Immersion schools are popular to this day across the country. The cherry on top is that learning a second language to a young child helps development of their brains by showing them what a 'concept' is versus a 'word' which the French immersion of people who come from English backgrounds learn at a young age. I remember being in grade one and knew what the French word for "bridge" was when my teacher asked. Because I knew the song "sur le pont d'Avingnon, on y dance, on y dance" and I knew the English "on the bridge d'Avingnon, shall we dance" and had an aha moment. My teacher was pleased with me. So when you do a good thing you never know what good things come from it.
That time you talk about in the late 60s, early 70s in Quebec was a golden age for young visionaries in North America. Older Quebecers talk of it fondly. I know my dad's friend's friends did talk of it with pride one dinner I went to at their farm in the mid 1980s.