At Trois Rivieres, in the small park in front of the Convent of the Ursulines we heard military marches flooding the quiet Sunday morning. Drawn like two iron clumps by a magnet to the St. Lawrence bank to see what was happening, we were welcome by the view in the first shot. Do you see the stuff before the nice sailor at the stand in the 2nd shot? Following my father's advice: Never leave a stand empty-handed, now a number of those gadgets are on my desk. I had to kick some children's shins and stick my elbow in some gentlemen's guts to loot my share. ;D) Thank you for your kind comments.