Biking to Montmorency Falls

The street outside our hotel is reasonably quiet. It is the thoroughfare between two busy roads where shops and restaurants mingle happily together. Quietness punctuated by only the occasional pedestrians having what they think is a private conversation was enough to give Harry and I  a few hours in sleep heaven. Which was just as well because we needed to be down at the bike shop ready for our trip. Full of pastries and tea we set off rather wobbly at first until we got used to commuter bikes. We had a history lesson on regular stops and rode through countless puddles. It had rained over night. Montmorency Falls was our destination.  Our packed lunch was cheese, dried cranberries,  biscotti, chocolate bar and drink.  Up in the cable car, across on a zip line  (not today), over the swing bridge and down 1000 (almost) steps  gave us different views of the falls that gush 3000 cubic metres of water a second. If you think that's an exaggeration it could be but blame our tour guide. And then back to town. I could only imagine the falls in winter. Hanging icicles, frozen lake, so much more mist from falling water. We had coffee and burgers with Evalyn and Jo a couple from Florida who had joined us on the trip. We enjoyed wiling away a couple of hours with new friends.  The sun came out, after quite a drizzly cool day (perfect for bike ride less perfect for photos) we raced up to the information Center to book a boat cruise. Four hours of sitting, eating, entertainment while we cruised along seemed like the right way to end the day.