EJ found us a nice campground that was 2 exits away from the bridge that leads into downtown Quebec City. There were a number of places but with no good way to narrow down the choices we just picked one. Plan "B" was a truck stop or 2 Walmarts. But since it was going to be warm during the days we were here, and we would be leaving the RV all day long, and we wanted to keep Taz and Mocha cool, we were hoping Au Sous-Bois du Campeur (get the idea about how we have trouble understanding things) would have a 2-way spot for us. 2-way is electric and water.
We pulled up to the campground office and pretty much took up the whole driveway. Inside, the first person we encountered spoke no English, kept waving a sheaf of papers at us, and saying something that we interpreted to mean "do you have a reservation?". Realizing that we weren't going to magically begin speaking French she frantically began calling for help.
Person #2 showed up to tell us that they had no openings for the 3 nights that we wanted to stay. Then she remembered that a seasonal camper had left for a while and rented us their site.
Then person #3 showed up to guide us back to the camping site. He spoke English quite well and was very proud of it. He said he would look out for us and if anybody took the Elements parking spot, to let him know and he would run them off. No one took Ella's parking spot the 3 days we were there so we never got to see how well that was going to work.
Canadian campgrounds are built for smaller RVs/campers and to see how many spaces they can cram into a set area. So, getting Big Guy into our designated space was like threading a needle, actually several needles, one right after another. It was a great site, with a wooden deck right out side our door, and it even had 3-way service.
Based on the information we had received from the visitor center several days ago, we planned our foray into the city for the next day.
Friday, The Citadelle and Old Quebec were on our list of must sees. The Citadelle is a star shaped stone fort, with four and a half bastions. How do you get half a bastion you ask? Well it's smaller than the other four and has a smaller cannon. The Citadelle is the largest fort in North America and the road in is still only large enough for horses. They have a light to control the flow through the entrance. The fort is currently active as it is home to the 22nd Regiment of the Canadian Forces.
We got to see the changing of the guards at the entrance into the fort. It is interesting that a place so obviously French would keep such a British tradition.
We signed up for a guided tour, English speaking of course, with Emma. She was very informative and answered all questions with authority.
Like most forts this one was completed about the time the threat it was built for no longer existed. After guarding the St. Lawrence River and Quebec for years, it's main purpose now is to house soldiers, entertain tourist, and provide a part time residence for the Governor-General of Canada. According to Emma, most Canadians could not explain what the function of the Governor-General is, or why he needs a part time residence in Quebec paid for by the tax payers.
The views from the top of the fort were pretty nice.
They also had some beautiful landscaping.
We next drove around Old Quebec, so named because it is the original town and it is built inside a high stone wall for protection. There are many open squares with park like settings where sidewalk performers do their acts, bands play, and choirs sing. The streets are narrow and the sidewalks teeming with shoppers and tourists. It definitely has an old world feel about it.
But of course all of the modern conveniences are available.
They have some of the smallest busses we have seen. I guess with the narrow streets and small spaces they work.
It was getting late and we were tired so we decided to go back to Au Sous-Bois du Campeur (the French do have a way with words). Traffic out of town across the bridge was busy.
We remembered a water fall that was not too far off our return path and we thought we'd treat ourselves to one more "falls" walk before we called it a day.
That evening, we meet one of our neighbors (that spoke English!) who loaned us a great map and what was a must see while we are in Quebec. By the way, up here Quebec is pronounced "K-beck". We developed our list of what we wanted to do tomorrow and called it a night.
For today, Saturday, we decided to spend the bulk of the day walking around Old Quebec. Our neighbor had pointed out an easier way to get to where we wanted to go and even told us where to find parking. After we parked, our first challenge was to climb from the lower level next to the St. Lawrence River, up to the level of Old Quebec. We found several streets that zig zagged back and forth to ease the climb. It's also fun because all the signs are in French and we're trying to figure out what they mean. We got the important one down pat though. The French word for bathroom is "Toilette".
We don't know how to describe it, but even though the streets and sidewalks are small and the crowds are large, some how it all works. The masses move, people don't get upset, and every where you look it's pleasing to the eye.
On our way to Basilique-Cathedrale Norte-Dame De Quebec, a huge catholic church, we got to see a band of instrument playing young cadets performing in one of the squares.
After the Church we walked to the Chateau de Frontenac, one of the oldest hotels in Quebec. We noticed the hotel from The Citadelle the previous day by it's gleaming copper roofs.
Then we continued browsing the shops and galleries along the streets, walked along the St Lawrence and stopped to watch performers in the square.
Next up was another set of waterfalls reported to be 35 feet higher than Niagara Falls. They were impressive but we're betting the real thing is going to be even better (another bucket list item and planned stop on this trip).
As we were beginning to run out of day and energy, we marked another one off the list as we drove around Isle d'Orleans. This island is unique as the property lines are laid out so that all the farms have waterfront frontage. This method of property division is called signory. When the farms were first established on the island, there was no bridge to the mainland and each owner needed access to the river to receive and transport goods. This island also has the right soil and climate to be a major strawberry producer.
One of the things we were told to be on the look out for was a chocolatier which was our first stop on the island. Naturally we had to take home a few samples.
On the opposite end of the island was a wooden tower that offered a commanding view of the river and the mainland. And yes, we climbed all the way to the top.
It was 9:30pm when we returned to the campground and traffic was being rerouted through the park because a band was playing on the entrance road. Didn't we tell you camping Canadians are partiers? The band played a variety of good ole USA music including Pink Floyd, Beach Boys, Billy Joel, Willie Nelson and more. I guess Canadians don't have their own music?
Tomorrow, Sunday, it's time to hit the road again and get a little closer to New Brunswick.
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