We don't want to leave Quebec City but our train departs at 12:45 pm. We have enough time for a leisurely walk to The Crazy Pig (Le Cochon Dingue) for breakfast. In retrospect, we should have eaten at least once in our hotel's restaurant.
It is a fine, sunny morning again. Glenn noted the black and white umbrellas at this restaurant we passed by resemble nuns' habits.
Knowing that the breakfast special wasn't on for the weekend, I ordered a waffle. It came in the shape of a flower. Cute. * * * * *
So that's the end of our stay in wonderful Quebec City. It goes without saying that we would return to this city and to the Auberge Saint-Antoine in a second. Upon checking out, the hotel sends you off with a little bag of snacks. A nice touch.
I somehow failed to get any pictures of typical French-Canadians but what struck us about them, aside from their friendliness, was their style. I don't mean as in high fashion, but in general they dress better and look like they take better care of themselves than in the rest of the country. Almost all women regardless of age wear a scarf. Often, they were long oblongs wrapped around the neck from front to back with the ends brought forward and either tied near the top or bottom, or left to hang loose.
We were sure to leave the province with a bottle of Quebec maple syrup.
