|Making tea on the new Coleman- note the teapot!|
From Ottawa we made our way straight through Montreal to Quebec.
Montreal almost unrecognizable to either of us from the network of elevated highways and cloverleafs leading down to boulevards with familiar names: Cremazie, St Laurent, Sherbrooke...but the streets themselves barely visible.
We arrived in Quebec about 6 p.m. on Saturday night - relying on the gps to get us to to the centre which turned out to be just in front of the Chateau Frontenac and the way up was indeed up, up very steep hills and around sharp bends along one way streets that had me closing my eyes and blessing Richard for being the driver.
|Ready to post off to baby Alice|
Since we didn't know where to go at that time of night, we searched on the gps for a campsite. The most appealing one took us back over the bridge the way we had come and then seemed to be another 30 km north toward Rimouski. We decided to visit Quebec on our return journey and stay at the campsite then. We kept driving, setting up for the night at a rest stop about 9:00.
After looking at the map, we decided to drive all along the coast road around the Gaspe - it looks as if it will be beautiful and wild as well as populated with small villages and farms.
We found a Basque fromagerie and watched two young men synchronize their stacking of two lines of what appeared to be slabs of cheese still in the process of draining whey.
|Blogging with Wi-Fi|
Further along the road, we reached
Trois Pistoles village and found a small cafe with working wi-fi and excellent croissants. We're on holiday!
So far, 5,559 km.
|Trois Pistoles church - bells ringing on the hour.|