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Day 4 en route to the Marquesas Islands

Brel and Gauguin fled to the ends of the earth, and going there was a must for me, but the ends of the earth are earned. The bad weather remained stuck on their little island peak; five landing attempts and ten hours of flying later, we were back in Papeete. Panic, but not too much. I unleashed my charm on the Air Tahiti staff and finally managed to get a reservation for the next day. During the flight, I edit a video and work on finalizing some iPad creations.

Day 2 Papeete

This morning, I got lost. I like getting lost elsewhere, in places no one would normally go, uninteresting places, far from the hordes of tourists. But these lost places are precisely where you find the essence of the country you're visiting. Where people live. Here, more specifically, the Polynesians, whom you can recognize by their tanned skin, while the French are generally white-skinned, as Nougaro said. I got lost in a modest neighborhood of dilapidated houses, where the

Day 1 San Francisco

I had to take a connecting flight in San Francisco to get to Papeete and spend the night there. I'll go back when the orange monster has cleared up. The air was thick with smoke from forest fires, a common occurrence here; some people can no longer afford home insurance. But this city inspired me to make a short video.

Pommes de route is now available

You can now purchase the paper version of Pommes de route: In Quebec: On the website of independent booksellers Renaud-Bray Archambault At Bibliothèque et Archives nationales du Québec At the City of Montreal libraries In bookstores: Montreal: Wasn't it summer at the bookstore? The Traveling Book Workshop-Bookshop A Book of One's Own Bookstore Multimag 6951 Saint-Laurent Blvd. Quebec: Pantoute Bookstore Sutton: Chocolate Shop/Bookstore L'échappée belle Joliette: Literary Conf

Go around the small blue dot

Le petit point bleu duquel je vais faire le tour "I will go far, very far Like a bohemian Arthur Rimbaud I'll go far without being a bohemian, much less a poet. Just a simple bourgeois bohemian, not like the well-fed bourgeois of Brel, no, an ordinary bourgeois because I was born in the right place at the right time. In the post-war boom, 600 km from New York rather than Moscow, Cairo, or Buenos Aires. Born to cultured, brilliant parents, but with a rather lax parenting s

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Road apples

In the era of peace and love, a young Quebecer sets off to discover Europe after abandoning his life plan and selling his meager possessions. Through the connections he makes, he intimately discovers the crossroads that is this continent, at once so close and yet so far from his French America.

But as he makes discoveries, encounters, friendships, and loves, his family drama continues to haunt him. Inner peace and romantic love remain beyond his reach, and he struggles to put words to the pain that suffocates him: the silence, the difficulty of introspection, intimacy, and commitment.

This coming-of-age novel immerses the reader in the hitchhiking journey of the young man who travels across the continent of his ancestors in this colorful era, but also in the grayness of his struggle with his chimerical warrior.

Available now in Quebec and Europe