This roll of film took us to St. Norbert, just south of Winnipeg’s Perimeter Highway (Apparently Winnipeg is one of few cities on the continent that doesn’t have a highway proper going through the city, who knew?).
St. Norbert used to be far enough away from the hustle and bustle of the metropolis that the Trapiste Monks lived a life of contemplation and cheese making. As the city encroached, they packed up and head out to Holland – a small city further west in the province not Europe as I foolishly thought as kid.
Today the fondations of the old monastery remain in St. Norbert and the town boasts a series of pioneer houses in one of their parks. In all a lovely walk.
As for the Trapistes, they are still out near Holland, but their numbers have dwindled over the years and although they do tend to honeybees, they no longer make their famous cheese (that I now of). It’s unfortunate because it was a deliciously smelly cheese.