Quebec / Ontario
I Met A Man
I met a man who lives in Prescott and works for the
carnival. Gaura, the driver, decided to
pull over the van for a catch-up nap. We
were in Morrisburg, along the St. Lawrence River, when I met this friendly man
who used to play the role of a clown in circuses and carnivals.
"Do you know what's the difference between a circus and
a carnival?" he asked.
"No!"
"In the circus they keep the animals in the cages. In the carnival, they run the rides," he
said with a chuckle. He then got
curious. "Are you a Hare Krishna
monk?"
"Yes, I am. You know about us?"
"All religious folks are good. You just have to watch out for the
gypsies. I'm a gypsy." Another chuckle.
One of those gorgeous Loons was playing close to the river's
shore where we were as we kept talking.
I couldn't help noticing him.
"As a carnival man, do you do this seasonally—in the
summer?"
"No, we go to Florida in the winter, and do the circuit
there. It's pretty much
year-round." We made friends. He made his brief stop-over like Gaura and I
did in this piece of paradise along the river.
It's a privilege to break up your travel with a snack perhaps, a nap and
a stroll by a river.
As Gaura and I reconvened our journey toward Montreal, we
had some good chats. The word ‘Gypsy’
came up again. That is essentially my
lifestyle, one of a gypsy, a good one I hope, at least a nomad.
May the Source be with you!
3 km
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