Appreciating that most of us would not be returning any time soon, We decided that a visit to the Old Walled City of Quebec was in order. With A mixed history dating back over 500 years, these old places are laden with stories of hardship and toil, but unless you look, most of what the visitor sees is geared towards the tourist - cafes, pubs and gift shops.
after parking the bikes at a handily place parking building (Mike C did the requisite homework), we shucked off boots and jeans in favour of shorts, and in my case, the “Allbirds” shoes that have served me so well. We splintered into small groups, each seeking out a cafe for breakfast - in our case, the 3 Garçons proved a great choice, with a casserole a first for me. A mixture of ham, bacon, sausage and potatoes, topped with 2 fried eggs (over easy), accompanied by toast, raspberry compote, a bowl of fresh fruit, and of course coffee - all for $16. our outside table was perfectly placed to watch the comings and goings in the Main Street, a narrow thorough fare that proved a challenge for delivery men and vehicles all competing for limited space. We watched two guys lug 50 x 25kg bags of potatoes into the cafe then one by one, down a flight of stairs, while across the road, cellarmen fed an endless stack of kegs through a hatch in the footpath into what must have been a cavernous cellar beneath an obviously busy pub, all the time, streams of tourists flowed in both directions. We completed a circuit of the old town, marveling at the efforts of the early builders (and wall builders), before returning to the bike, gearing up then departing on our own - a pleasant change. Quebec Province is more French than France - even the scenery seems European. in a rush, more to follow Comments are closed.
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Don MalcolmA perfect day involves being on my Harley with a long ride ahead.
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