5 minutes with Louisa

A straightforward “Thank You” ringing in the street.

It comes with a toothless grin.

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That voice. Between chuckling and quavering.

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In the middle of the street. On the sidewalk.

Near a parking lot: “I’ve always begged while living in Montreal.”

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Born in Kuujjuaq. The Far North. Where the province of Quebec touches the Arctic.

“My name is Louisa”: wrinkling her face. Striving, she adds: “Partridge Family.”

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Photoreport MICHAEL MONNIER

Between two outstretched hands, she reveals having 7 children.

They don’t see each other anymore.

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Her small meals. She protects them.

Her brother-in-law, by her side, always keeps an eye on her.

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Photoreport MICHAEL MONNIER

Tonight, she’ll go back to her small room. Not too far away, she blurts out.

If you walk by the Place-des-Arts Metro Station in Montreal, you might hear this little: “Thank you.” Not so expansive, she won’t refuse to chat with bystanders.

For a few minutes with Louisa.

Photoreport MICHAEL MONNIER


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