Tuesday took us to Quebec City. It was about a three hour drive from Montreal. But we drove through heavy rain most of the way and it seemed longer. OK, we understand the separatists. They want everything in French. But there is nothing in English and I think we were still in Canada. Most everyone spoke some English, though many apologized that their English was poor. The road signs sometimes had a visual, but usually not. So driving and navigating was difficult. Again my 50 years ago French came in handy, but only a bit. We easily found the campground. This time the ferry really did run... every half hour. And the campground provided shuttle service to the ferry several times a day. First order for the day was getting some Canadian dollars. We drove toward the town, but never saw the word bank, or banque. Finally found an ATM and got some loonies and toonies. Then to get fuel. In goes the credit card and all we see is a message in French. I guessed it was please pay inside. Bingo. So now we have some money and fuel. The rain stopped so we took the 5Pm ferry across the St. Lawrence into the old quarter.
This is the view of the famous Chateau Frontenac, taken from the ferry.
This is a mural painted on the side of a building. There is a key so you will know the identity of each person featured.
We took the funiculaire to the upper part of the old city.
The next morning we decided to drive to the ferry and park in the public lot next to it. The shuttle back to the campground picked up at only 5Pm and we thought we might want to come back earlier.
Our tour of the city was with the big red bus. No rain today so we sat on top. It was a great way to get around and learn what history and architecture. Our campground host said we had to try the local food of poutain and of beaver tails. So for lunch we had the poutain. If you find out what it is, please do not tell my doctor.
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