Oh sure I’ve lived as an Englishman in Quebec for many years. I live on the fringe in West Quebec where the frenchies are are kept poor and stupid.
For adventure I head into the heartland of pure Laine country. Fortune has it that I speak french . I can order bacon and eggs and later can request a cold La Fin Du Monde. I can speak of Les Habitants and not sound like an imposter, even though I am.