A slow start, a very slow start. 10.30 saw us wandering down the street wondering about breakfast (or was it brunch). We didn't get far. Just on the corner a mulberry painted door beckoned us. Through a dark cafe to the bright shaded courtyard similar to so many others we have seen in our three days in the city. A squirrel ran across a roof. Trees rustled in the wind. And brunch - let me think - toast, potatoes, scrambled egg, brie, vege pate, melon, strawberries, water melon, banana and of course three or perhaps four cups of tea. Who is counting? We ventured to the newer part of the city. Clean and tidy. It occurred to us that more money was spent in tourist areas than suburbia. Residents walked along broken footpaths, a beautiful church needed renovation, a campaign to rid Quebec of a Japanese weed was in force. We found the St Charles river and wandered its banks for a few kms. We long for the cycle paths. Wide and away from roads and pedestrians. Hot and tired we sat for an hour outside the railway station. The slight breeze sprinkling us with water from the fountain. We didn't move. Lunch was a banana and water, afternoon tea up the road at a patisserie. Then sleep. Time to wake up, explore the streets a bit more, have some dinner and prepare for that early flight to Calgary.
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