A little bit cliched, but one of my favorite pieces of public art in town.
In the spring and summer, the grass does not get mowed so you need to look close in order to find it.
And while Le jardin punk is fine as a name, I think I would have preferred if M. Gaudreau had punned off of Rocher-Percé in the Gaspé.
I’m not as much of a fan of this as I am of Le jardin punk.
To me it only works as a foil.