Having to write about a place makes you think about it in a different way. I have always been drawn to sketch in Ste. Anne de Bellevue, on the very western tip of Montreal island, and I have only just realized why. It is a small town at the edge of a metropolis. Unlike other suburbs of the city, here there are clapboard houses, a boardwalk along the water, a view of a smaller island in the distance — more of a New England feel than anything else. And it's a college town too. In the winter students spill out of the bars and restaurants along the main street but in the summer tourists and locals alike take over the lakeside terraces, watching the boats go through the locks on their way to the St. Lawrence Seaway and out to the Great Lakes.