Sikh Society’s Khalsa Parade continues despite smoky conditions

As a Quebecer, I have always had an ambivalent, if not uneasy, relationship to Canada. The province’s deep sense of being distinct, of speaking a language most of the rest of the country doesn’t always bother to understand, marked me. Even as much of my early life in my family’s Montreal home was lived in Italian, we often consumed culture in French. After school, I watched Passe-Partout, Bobino, and a series starring a glum clown called Sol. My father, who arrived in the city in 1967, was never fully comfortable in English, and preferred his blockbusters dubbed. That meant Bruce Willis...