They have put me up in the Duncan Falls Inn which used to be a tavern.
In a room that overlooks the main street of Duncan Falls.
"Five miles up five miles down.
five miles away from Duncan Falls.
Yes it's worth the five mile hike
with a rah rah rah for Duncan Camp."
When I told the curator -- his name is Colin -- that in the 1920's I went
to camp not far from here he said: "Isn't that wonderful. I'll bet you
never imagined that you would be coming back here as a renowned artist."
Actually even then I knew that I would be an artist. Didn't tell him
this.
Of course it was Paris that I dreamed of. What I never imagined was that
the Duncan Falls Factory would become the Duncan Falls Museum of
Contemporary Art.