Nicolet is located between Montreal and Quebec City, where the Nicolet River meets the St. Lawrence. It’s quite tiny – when I was a kid, there were 3,000 of us, and now there are about 10,000 people. In the past, Nicolet was a centre for education and religion. It used to be home to the third oldest seminary in Quebec, the Séminaire de Nicolet, as well as a prestigious music school and a plethora of religious congregations. But in 1955, the beautiful old downtown of Nicolet burned and, eight months later, was carried into the river by a landslide. Around the same time, the Silent Revolution was beginning a decline in religion in Quebec. The opening of CÉGEPs outside of Nicolet meant it lost its place as a centre for higher education. The seminary was eventually shut down, and the building that housed it now belongs to the École Nationale de police du Québec (Quebec National Police Academy). On the land of the old congregations, there are parking lots, a high school and a luxury hotel. The music school has disappeared, leaving behind empty studios and new instruments. In Nicolet, there’s a lot of nostalgia for how things used to be. Growing up, it was a place for imagination. I spent a lot of time in the town’s archives, which held hundreds of books from the old seminary. As teenagers, walking and biking around, we would make up stories about the town and its old ruins. I remember exploring at night while everyone else was sleeping and the calming sounds of the wind and the woods. |