San Francisco wasn’t working out for Claude Lambert. In 1965, he’d fled to New York from the tiny town outside Orleans to which the French Ministry of Education had banished him, then fled New York as well (too cold) for San Francisco (warmer?). Here, though, he was working at a residence hotel, sleeping under the stairs, nowhere he could bring his wife and young daughter, who were still in France. Quebec, he thought, might be easier for a French speaker to settle in.