tweaking + fussing with a piece. Not this one. Another one. But when he heard me approach he pretended to be Mr. Joe Shmoe, meandering carefreely through the woods. It felt a bit like catching Santa or the Easter Bunny in the act. We passed each other. A friendly, curt, "allo", the best greeting in Quebec I've found because it doesn't offend anglos or francos. After ten-fifteen feet I thought why not ask him if he is the secret Mont Royal artist. Then I thought, what if he's a bore? Or rude? Or nasty? Better to just let it be + let his work speak for itself.