Spring is in the air - so I am aching for a gentle stroll down Rue Mont Royal only to wind up at Club DièseOnze for the first set of the evening. We' hope to take a quick trip North some time after Easter: naturellement seulement après une visite avec la famille de Louie n'est pas?
One of my favorite artists, Marianne Trudel, will be playing the Ottawa Jazz Festival in late June and I so want to check out that soirée! But first... onward to Holy Week.
WHEN LOVE COMES TO TOWN: REFLECTIONS ON TENDERNESS IN A CHAOTIC CULTURE
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