After a few rainy days and our small detour through Canada getting longer and longer, we had second thoughts about visiting the city of Quebec. Not only one, but few of my friends recommended to visit the city, including few of our hosts from Canada. Without much planning in advance, and search for a place to stay in the city, I see in the morning a reply to the open request for couch, request I wrote a couple of nights back. Pascale invited us to stay with her – that must be a sign to visit the city. Here we go, last stop before the USA!
We stopped a few times on the way, as we had a whole day to drive and only 150km. The hammock – one of the dispensable things I carry in my backpack – is still alive and served well on a sunny day, on the shore of St. Lawrence river. And this river is wider than the Danube, quite impressive to see. On our way through Quebec we saw a lot of churches built in a very unique style, very similar to the European ones. But this didn’t impress us as much as seeing people walking!!! People walking on the sidewalks or on the streets’ shoulder where the sidewalks were missing, but walking! This sight was very rare in the US countryside.
Our host provided us with precious information, including a few tips that saved us about $20 (free parking and a return boat trip). Starting our walk on the very famous promenade and then passing by the wooden slide (where you could go up to 70km/h in winter), we reached on top of the hill, by the citadel. And since there was no way in from the very top, we had to walk around it to avoid falling in the defense ditches. The center is quite condensed and all is within the old city walls and on a hill, which made the streets sinuous, narrow and without many straight lines. This is probably the reason that people call it “the closest thing to a European city you can see without crossing the ocean”.
But since one day was enough to see the city, and I even took the boat to the island, or checked the maple syrup museum, we spent the next day hiking the forests close to the house of Pascale. Her property ends with a huge stone wall, well equipped for climbing, and further on with a wooden lookout which reveals the whole valley and few mountains in the horizon. The view was wonderful! Just like the time we spend with our host, cooking, telling stories and drinking tea in the chill-house she built in the forest by herself. Quite a lovely day for spending a birthday and we have to thank Pascale for it!
And since the autumn is closing in on us, we must hurry South, so we don’t need to buy warmer sleeping bags!