Saturday morning, Eleanor, Aurelie, Nadine, Matthew and I have an appointment before the Desjardins Pavilion of Laval University, eight o'clock precisely. Purpose of the operation: take the car we rented for the weekend. Intended direction? Tadoussac, about half past three in Quebec City, North. We expect these two days last month, and everyone is impatient. The car once taken, we are pleased to tame the automatic gearbox and take the road north.
4 hours and a stop at St. Paul Bain later, here we are on the ferry that brings us to Tadoussac former trading center between Europeans and Native Americans in the seventeenth century. Now what prone to Tadoussac is tourism. People come here to see the whales, and enjoy the charm of this remote fishing port. Some have still found a way to build a hotel Hupe for travelers who have the means. As for us, we preferred to reserve a room at the hostel, very friendly apparently. And it is! Come directly, it warns us tonight is night of marriage. For a small $ 13 CDN, you can attend the dinner and festivities. We obviously jumped at the opportunity, after we have praised the various dishes of food (pies and pie Lac St Jean!).
We ask our togs and start walking in the village, Coral ...
We go by car on the sand dunes a few miles from Tadoussac. The opportunity for us to make a good effort by climbing a few tens of meters which separate us from the summit. The view at the top is magnificent, and the St. Lawrence is as blue as ever.
When we arrived at the hostel, the lady at the reception we had strongly encouraged to return to 16h in order to enjoy a walk around a lake Organized by Coco. Coco, the Quebecers typical cook at the hostel every day at 16h, it goes around the lake to watch the beavers. It happens in the thunderous reception room, and yells "BEAVER! BEAVER!". Obviously, we are at the rendezvous, and there are only five of us to go with Coco. This brings us to the lake, shows beaver dams, then we go into the surrounding forest. Old hirsute takes us through paths .... no, not trail ... In fact, we cut through the woods, through the branches, tree trunks ... The road is far behind us, and we sink deeper into the woods to reach a small river feeding the lake. Here, beaver dams, and we expect an hour in the cold before we see finally some real beaver, these large animals to the tail plate (Coco and does not interfere in us telling dirty jokes about the origin the shape of that tail!). Finally, about 18:30, after asking him to return we're cold, and the meal is scheduled for 19h30-, we will return to the hostel, where the party gets ready.
No pictures of the evening, yet it would have been fun. We sit at a table, and directly, Nadine and I decided to take a bottle of wine. TBD: Nadine Luxembourg, and the other 3, French. I'm the only one to honor the great taste of French wine, and we take a good red from Portugal. The meal begins soup. Then pies and cheeses. We rush, and, lo and behold! there's pie! We talk and laugh over our plates, wine helping me to be happy. The piano (synthetic) and violocelle two ladies, which include the standards of French music and in Quebec. And while we checkers repeatedly on Lac St. Jean Meat Pie (meat + potatoes + paste that covers everything = excellent !!!), we sing songs in chorus. I hum on Joe Dassin, I run a lightweight caper Brassens, and I declaimed about Barbara. The wine rises, rises, and we burst out laughing when Eleanor us his penchant for the young man who helps organize the wedding. Ah yes, a word about the couple: they are bohemians of 40 years, with each their children, their happiness and pleasure to see again. We are moved when they exchange their vows, and I raise my glass. Finished the pie, we go for dessert and cake with rose, good, but soon disgusting. The hall gradually emptied, and thereafter we reach the nightclub housed in the hostel. Matthew and I take a cosmos, which helps me even more to unleash on the White Stripes and Louise Attack. The evening ends on a piano, a real tune, which I venture to remind me of some songs. After
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uit short, we wake up around 8am. We need to eat well we have an appointment with the whales to 9.30. After a hearty breakfast, head for the streets of the Dry Dock, where everyone puts on his socks and thick sweaters and windbreakers, pants and boots that gives us the staff. Real sumo. On the zodiac, our driver is funny, and he seems to know something about whales! As soon as we moved away from the banks, whales, all around the zodiac. I try to take pictures, it's hard. So I stop, I admire the whales. I see their mouths, their eyes .... We continue further, and see puffs of blue whales. And so, for two hours. Despite taking on the cold the boat, we are happy.
We are restoring a small bar in the port, typical again. Then on the way: we must return. However we decide not to go through the same route as yesterday, which made us switch banks of the St. Lawrence River and mountains. This afternoon, I suggest going through the coast of Charlevoix. The Charlevoix region is a detour to do when one is in Quebec, Backpacker dixit. Baie St Paul to La Malbaie, these are mountains that flank the blue water of the River. The towns and villages are ultra tourist, and it smells like money, full nose, but who cares! On the road again. In La Malbaie, I smile: here Laure Conan, one of two authors that I study, lived. And she described this as the most beautiful city in the world. In front of La Malbaie, on the other side of St Lawrence (away, then!), Kamouraska. Like what, everything coincides, even in my choice of works for the memory! We stop to landslides, one of the prettiest villages in Quebec. The village got this funny name because of landslides occurred during the last century. Here, a nice view on the island of Coudres, and the mountains of Charlevoix.
Our final stop before Quebec: Sainte Anne de Beaupre. Imposing cathedral and large, regarded as the Lourdes of North America. Matthew, a student in art history, is in shock, and Eleanor meditates, reciting his Our Father. The rest of us expect and admire the building, before finally hit the road. Arriving in Quebec, the sunset over the city that strikes us. Finally, Quebec is a beautiful city! The weekend ends, we're all happy with these two days we spent together. The next day, we can rest: it is Thanksgiving, a holiday in Quebec!
4 hours and a stop at St. Paul Bain later, here we are on the ferry that brings us to Tadoussac former trading center between Europeans and Native Americans in the seventeenth century. Now what prone to Tadoussac is tourism. People come here to see the whales, and enjoy the charm of this remote fishing port. Some have still found a way to build a hotel Hupe for travelers who have the means. As for us, we preferred to reserve a room at the hostel, very friendly apparently. And it is! Come directly, it warns us tonight is night of marriage. For a small $ 13 CDN, you can attend the dinner and festivities. We obviously jumped at the opportunity, after we have praised the various dishes of food (pies and pie Lac St Jean!). 
We ask our togs and start walking in the village, Coral ... 
We go by car on the sand dunes a few miles from Tadoussac. The opportunity for us to make a good effort by climbing a few tens of meters which separate us from the summit. The view at the top is magnificent, and the St. Lawrence is as blue as ever. 
When we arrived at the hostel, the lady at the reception we had strongly encouraged to return to 16h in order to enjoy a walk around a lake Organized by Coco. Coco, the Quebecers typical cook at the hostel every day at 16h, it goes around the lake to watch the beavers. It happens in the thunderous reception room, and yells "BEAVER! BEAVER!". Obviously, we are at the rendezvous, and there are only five of us to go with Coco. This brings us to the lake, shows beaver dams, then we go into the surrounding forest. Old hirsute takes us through paths .... no, not trail ... In fact, we cut through the woods, through the branches, tree trunks ... The road is far behind us, and we sink deeper into the woods to reach a small river feeding the lake. Here, beaver dams, and we expect an hour in the cold before we see finally some real beaver, these large animals to the tail plate (Coco and does not interfere in us telling dirty jokes about the origin the shape of that tail!). Finally, about 18:30, after asking him to return we're cold, and the meal is scheduled for 19h30-, we will return to the hostel, where the party gets ready. 
No pictures of the evening, yet it would have been fun. We sit at a table, and directly, Nadine and I decided to take a bottle of wine. TBD: Nadine Luxembourg, and the other 3, French. I'm the only one to honor the great taste of French wine, and we take a good red from Portugal. The meal begins soup. Then pies and cheeses. We rush, and, lo and behold! there's pie! We talk and laugh over our plates, wine helping me to be happy. The piano (synthetic) and violocelle two ladies, which include the standards of French music and in Quebec. And while we checkers repeatedly on Lac St. Jean Meat Pie (meat + potatoes + paste that covers everything = excellent !!!), we sing songs in chorus. I hum on Joe Dassin, I run a lightweight caper Brassens, and I declaimed about Barbara. The wine rises, rises, and we burst out laughing when Eleanor us his penchant for the young man who helps organize the wedding. Ah yes, a word about the couple: they are bohemians of 40 years, with each their children, their happiness and pleasure to see again. We are moved when they exchange their vows, and I raise my glass. Finished the pie, we go for dessert and cake with rose, good, but soon disgusting. The hall gradually emptied, and thereafter we reach the nightclub housed in the hostel. Matthew and I take a cosmos, which helps me even more to unleash on the White Stripes and Louise Attack. The evening ends on a piano, a real tune, which I venture to remind me of some songs. After n
uit short, we wake up around 8am. We need to eat well we have an appointment with the whales to 9.30. After a hearty breakfast, head for the streets of the Dry Dock, where everyone puts on his socks and thick sweaters and windbreakers, pants and boots that gives us the staff. Real sumo. On the zodiac, our driver is funny, and he seems to know something about whales! As soon as we moved away from the banks, whales, all around the zodiac. I try to take pictures, it's hard. So I stop, I admire the whales. I see their mouths, their eyes .... We continue further, and see puffs of blue whales. And so, for two hours. Despite taking on the cold the boat, we are happy. 
We are restoring a small bar in the port, typical again. Then on the way: we must return. However we decide not to go through the same route as yesterday, which made us switch banks of the St. Lawrence River and mountains. This afternoon, I suggest going through the coast of Charlevoix. The Charlevoix region is a detour to do when one is in Quebec, Backpacker dixit. Baie St Paul to La Malbaie, these are mountains that flank the blue water of the River. The towns and villages are ultra tourist, and it smells like money, full nose, but who cares! On the road again. In La Malbaie, I smile: here Laure Conan, one of two authors that I study, lived. And she described this as the most beautiful city in the world. In front of La Malbaie, on the other side of St Lawrence (away, then!), Kamouraska. Like what, everything coincides, even in my choice of works for the memory! We stop to landslides, one of the prettiest villages in Quebec. The village got this funny name because of landslides occurred during the last century. Here, a nice view on the island of Coudres, and the mountains of Charlevoix. 
Our final stop before Quebec: Sainte Anne de Beaupre. Imposing cathedral and large, regarded as the Lourdes of North America. Matthew, a student in art history, is in shock, and Eleanor meditates, reciting his Our Father. The rest of us expect and admire the building, before finally hit the road. Arriving in Quebec, the sunset over the city that strikes us. Finally, Quebec is a beautiful city! The weekend ends, we're all happy with these two days we spent together. The next day, we can rest: it is Thanksgiving, a holiday in Quebec! 
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