Was I living under a rock, or is it just that no one knows that France still holds a colony, it’s only remaining colony, really close to Canada? St-Pierre et Miquelon are islands just off the coast of Newfoundland that are still French territory. Barely over 6000 people in total inhabit the islands, and they seem to be former fishing villages turned tourist attractions with the collapse of the cod fishery.
Here are some fun facts:
Every year in the summer there is a Basque Festival, with demonstrations of harrijasotzaile (stone heaving[!!!]), haitzkolari (lumberjack skills), and paleta (a game somewhat like Jaï-Alaï).
Street names are not commonly used on the islands. Directions and locations are commonly given using nicknames and the names of nearby residents.
The only time the guillotine was ever used in North America was in Saint-Pierre in the late 19th century. Joseph Néel was convicted of killing Mr. Coupard on Île aux chiens on 30 December 1888, and executed by guillotine on 24 August 1889. The guillotine had to be shipped from Martinique and it did not arrive in working order. It was very difficult to get anyone to perform the execution; finally a recent immigrant was coaxed into doing the job.
So, who has a car and when are we going?
Its the easiest way to get rid of Euros short of going to a currency exchange or bank.
There’s more though. Check this out for other places you didn’t know were France but are.
If you fall into them, you will certainly crash, like I did today. My clavicle is broken in several places and my shoulder may or may not be dislocated (the bone doctor will tell me tomorrow).
And no, I wasn’t wearing a helmet, so it’s a good thing I didn’t fall on my head.
Awww, duuuuuude. Balllllllllls.
I had an odd moment: Do I “like” this post? I mean, a bro is hurt, so there’s nothing to like about that. Plus there’s no schadenfreude involved so there’s all the more reason to “unlike” it. Anyways. It could have been gnarlier, right? Get well soon, little buddy.
Those wheel-pinch crashes are awful because you are invariably thrown forward quite a bit.
I had something similar happen in the driveway of a fire station. No broken bones, but a sprained wrist and some cuts on my arms and knees. Thankfully medical attention was close at hand. The firemen patched me up, gave me a glass of water and even straightened out the headset on my bike before sending me off.
I showed up for my evening plans only 10 minutes late but slightly bloodier than intended.