Early in the morning on Saturday, everyone fell out of bed and dressed for the long 13 hour drive ahead of us. The car was packed, of course, the night before so that very little was left for that morning at 5 A.M.
We planned to drive the longest distance in the first day because everyone would be unused to being in the car that long and be able to tolerate the hours in small space. I think we stopped only three times, all to refill the gas tank.
We arrived in Quebec around 5 P.M. but it was already dark, being that far north I guess. Every day, around 4 P.M. it would get dark! Really cut our "sight-seeing time" short a bit. But, in the end, we saw everything we wanted to.
First day, we took a bus tour of the city, taking video and pictures for the streets. Quebec really felt like Europe; many streets were cobblestone, the architecture was Victorian (what the historical sections of Dublin, Ireland looked like) and French spoken everywhere. It became my favorite city of the trip.
We planned to drive the longest distance in the first day because everyone would be unused to being in the car that long and be able to tolerate the hours in small space. I think we stopped only three times, all to refill the gas tank.
We arrived in Quebec around 5 P.M. but it was already dark, being that far north I guess. Every day, around 4 P.M. it would get dark! Really cut our "sight-seeing time" short a bit. But, in the end, we saw everything we wanted to.
First day, we took a bus tour of the city, taking video and pictures for the streets. Quebec really felt like Europe; many streets were cobblestone, the architecture was Victorian (what the historical sections of Dublin, Ireland looked like) and French spoken everywhere. It became my favorite city of the trip.
The old town of Quebec.
Inside Universié Laval, the first French-speaking college in North America.
The following is Quebec at night…
じゃね。
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