The second city I loved to visit. was called yamachiche. What had particularly choked me from this city was the smell of manure. Who rubbed my nose near the yamachiche river. In reality the smell was not so disagreeable when compared to all the smells of the big city.
What made this little town so attractive was the feeling of going back in time. With these typical little houses and all these beautiful parishes full every Sunday of all these parishioners.
For you to understand better.
Why, I have visited so many cities. My aunt owned a clothing store, so every summer she went around Quebec to sell and promote her products. I loved spending my summer with my aunts. Because, I knew that I was going to have great memories to recount at the beginning of the school year
We went to Yamachiche for the Country Festival. But very quickly, my aunt realized that this was perhaps not the best place for the type of clothing she was selling. In spite of all, she loves to bring me back every year to take a tour by yamachiche. Maybe she had the same nostalgia as me for this little town of bouze
