It's the end of a long hot day. I am sitting writing the blog outside our hotel in the shade. Harry has gone to find a laundry. I can't stop yawning. Except for a few stops for food and drinks we have been on our feet all day. The old town is steeped in history of the last tree centuries. Little stone shops lining cobblestone streets. Filled with happy hot people looking, buying and eating. The town is abuzz. Firstly we visited the governor generals house in the citadel. The staff were very helpful. We went in the general direction following orders from the guide. Loud shrill whistle bought us back to security where our bags had a cursory glance. We were then turned back from the t ticket office and told to wait outside. Back through security where we asked if they wanted to see our bags again. With a grin he said "this is security". Could a glance get less cursory than before? Yep!! Madeline took us for a tour of the second home of the GG. Same political story but a couple more centuries added on. Little sign of the indigenous people but plenty of English and French and the story of the Americans wanting a slice of Quebec. At the end of the tour we walked back through the citadel as a group marched to a small brass band. One poor man turned the wrong way and every one laughed, his comrades, the audience and his leader. He just went red.
We took a left along the wooden promenade perched along the cliff face and high above the port. The trees providing shade also obscured the view but that was a small price to pay. We stopped for a smoothie outside the chateau, talked to a couple from Michigan and a rather eccentric elderly local before wandering more.
Then more walking around the historic wall which is currently having a face lift. In the evening we settled for a restaurant (green, red, white signalled Italian but we were wrong. Great food thoonly spoilt by the waitress who told us the tip wasn't big enough.
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