Some people would say I’m not seeing enough. There are bus tours, walking tours, shops!
But the entire experience to me is all part of it. Yes I worked until 3 pm today in the hostel. I only just came out of my hole.
But, I walked onto the cobblestone streets of the one of the oldest cities in North America.
I’m at Paillard having a chocolatine and a latte.
Last night I was out until late listening to drunk locals carry on about their great city. I literally got a tour of Quebec at midnight from a tour guide who didn’t ask for a tip but who instead bought ME a beer.
That’s the real history. That’s the real culture. That’s the real Quebec.
Two local men arguing over a pint over the greatest local spots.
People who were willing to let me practice French and to teach me a few words – versus today they immediately switched to English when they heard me fail to pronounce “chocolatine” properly.
The streets are crowded with tourists today. But I feel very content knowing that I got to taste the heart and soul of the city.
Now back to my chocolatine!
