On to Quebec!

There's only one little problem about going from PEI to Quebec... there's not much exciting in between. Plaster Rock was about it in terms of New Brunswick highlights unless you want to starting beware of moose signs. (I took the photo from the gas station across the street and somehow didn't feel the need to go closer...)

Then on to Quebec City trying to remember our almost non-existent and very rusty French. However, it is Quebec City's 400th anniversary so how could we pass it by? Opting NOT to stay at the Fairmont Le Chateau Frontenac, we "chose" instead to camp in Tillie at a campground almost on top of the major highway. How were we to know the day we chose to visit was also the day Paul McCartney would be giving a free concert and everything - hotel, rooms, campsites had been booked months in advance? Over 200,000 attended in the city. And while we did take the ferry (sans Tillie) over to the city and spend the day sightseeing (we also enjoyed a beer in the bar of the hotel), we didn't stay for the concert. Instead, we took the ferry back to Tillie in Levee and watched it on the big outdoor screen there along with several thousand others. Tillie was by no means the only VW bus to come the show... Remembrances of days gone by.

Snapped this photo of the "security crew" with their bag of tricks trying to get someone's (probably someone with reservations...) car unlocked at the hotel. Service is everything! Or were they just trying to clear the way for the Paul McCartney motorcade that went by a few minutes later?

Quebec City is built on a "hill" and so is the city of Levee across the river. After walking/climbing around the Quebec City all day the last thing we wanted to do when we returned to Levee was walk. However, the tourist agent (a.k.a. torture agent) suggested it would be better to walk to a restaurant for dinner rather than drive. That meant "up" as everything is "up" from the river. Tillie was happy to avoid the climb but our legs weren't... This photo is looking "down". Needless to say it was taken AFTER dinner and AFTER our breathing returned to more normal proportions.

Now it's back to the states, that is if John can get his legs to move enough to shift Tillie's gears. Quebec hills leave you with something to remember them by.