Touring Around Quebec City
Touring Around Quebec City
Quebec City, Quebec, Canada.
August 2, 2019 (cont’d)
Not Larry drove us to Quebec City and then she navigated us through the tight confines of Old Quebec and found us a parking spot down a little side street, then kind of which Beatrice the motorhome has likely not seen many of. We had to squeeze in behind a car and get ahead of a driveway, so I got out and navigated Not Larry to get Beatrice in position. Squeezed in tight, the skull on the front of the motorhome was only a few inches from the car ahead. We settled in, locked up, and left Beatrice to relax.
Not Larry and I headed out on an adventure, touring Quebec City.
But the Quebecois are so patient, and everyone speaks English, everywhere. I have heard these stereotypes all of my life of:
– ‘You need to speak French in Quebec City. No one there speaks English.’
– ‘If you do not speak French, even if the people of Quebec can speak English, they will pretend they can not so that they do not have to speak to you in English.’
All of that is nonsense.
Take those stereotypes and shove them…
We have had no trouble at all communicating with people in English. Not once was there a struggle. And I am impressed by how happy the people are here. I feel like the Quebecois are happier than the people of the west, and they have far wackier hair styles to show for it. No matter where you are, there is always a French laugh somewhere in the background of everything…that French laugh you know from television shows. ‘Hunhg hungh hungh…!’ The French have a great sense of humor and they are incredibly friendly as everyone wants to have a conversation. Quebec City is the home of a glass of wine on a restaurant terrace at 13:00, and more importantly, it Quebec City is the birthplace of poutine.
Not Larry and I ended up at Le Château Frontenac, a hotel where we had drinks built with flowers in them. It was my first flowery drink. It is difficult to get a manly looking drink with a flower in inside. Le Château Frontenac, designated as a United nations World Heritage Site, is the most expensive hotel in Quebec which was reflective of their drink prices. The cost was $40 for the two flower drinks, but a person has to splurge and make it seem like they are lavish livers every now and then.
Not Larry and I had a very high end night with two different runs to poutine restaurants in addition to a wine and oysters experience in a very nice restaurant. Not Larry mentioned how oysters are an aphrodisiac. I then wondered if she has somehow managed to slip them into my meals with regularity since I was 13 years old! While we were eating, as I asked her if the oysters were working and suggested we meet in the bathroom. She suggested the back alley instead. We were too busy with the food and the wine, but I sure liked potential fearlnessness!
We had a fantastic evening with the people, there are street performers everywhere, and an Uber driver we caught a ride with is planning to buy one of my Traveling Through North Korea books. Fantatsic. On the way from Old Quebec towards Beatrice, we came across Saint Joseph Est street where a busy party area awaits people wanting to let loose in the evening. Not Larry and I ended up in Arcade Bar, a place full of old arcade games and last generations version of gamers. I thought that was going to close off the night but further down the street some guys in the befriended us and invited us into their bar where we partied later than initial plans. I am not sure when we got home, but it was a freaking fun night in gorgeous Quebec City! If you have never been, go to Quebec City. It will quickly become your favorite city in Canada.
Not Larry and I woke up at 09:00. We got frisky, we got showers, and we got on the road. Last night there was a note on the door of the motorhome which said that we could not be camped in the Walmart parking lot located at 550 Wilfrid-Hamel Blvd in Quebec City. The note said that the lot is privately owned, something to keep in mind when looking for a place to house your mobile home. We slept in the parking lot anyhow with mild-guilt. But, there was no chance that Not Larry or I could have driven it out of here when we got back…