Somewhere there is a town called Nôtre-Dame-de-Ham (seriously, that should be the title of a Mark Ryden painting); and am I the only one who finds it evilly amusing that Émile Nelligan, gloomy-Symbolist/Decadent-went-nuts-when-he-was-nineteen-poet, has an elementary school named after him?
Truly a province of wonders.
Truly a province of wonders.