Most of you know me well by now. My brothers and I were given the opportunity to travel the world. Following my recent stay in Illinois the mail delivery service brought me up north and east to Québec City. I arrived at my host’s place at the end of August, I was to stay there for a couple weeks, and at first it was a shock; I mean a cultural shock, as all I can hear around me was French…. Fortunately my host was fluent in English and she quickly taught me enough so that I could have a normal chicken life while visiting Québec .
My host, Michèle, and her husband, Claudel, first invited me to visit their cottage on “Île d’Orléans”. We arrived late but early enough to take some interesting pictures of the full moon reflecting beautiful light on the St.Lawrence River.
Not long after we packed our camping gear and hit the road further east to “Les Grandes Bergerones”. I soon realized I love this way of living: camping in the wild, early breakfasts, fresh air, not much planning ahead… except searching for whales!
“Not much luck” one might say. No whales were spotted. Yet, personally, I had lots of fun watching the kayaks moving gracefully along the shore.
At one point I almost tried to kayak myself… but I decided not leave my hosts alone on the shore and stayed with them as they were planning our next move; trekking along a peat.
The peat hike was a great choice because I was able to appreciate the beautiful red fruits of wild cranberries. Beautiful yes, but far from ripe… bitter enough to make me run away!
It was a good opportunity for some shopping in a Native art boutique. While Michèle and Claudel were looking for some clothes, the owner provided me with an opportunity to take a rest in a pair of handcrafted boots.
Back to Québec City I visited downtown. I particularly appreciated fountains at “Place de la Gare” and “Place de la FAO”.
Besides architecture I was overjoyed when I met with some street performers. I was so pleased, and impressed, when they invited me to perform live with them.
Towards the end of the day I took a bit of a break on an lookout facing the astonishing and colorful “Rue du Petit Champlain”.
A few days later Michèle and Claudel invited me to joint them for a trip in the Eastern Townships. They were traveling there to celebrate the anniversary of one of their cousins. What a surprise when upon arrival I realized I was to spend a few hours on a small farm chatting with my own cousins!
The Sunday of that weekend Michèle and Claudel pushed further west to Montréal. They wanted me to meet with Jules, their newborn grandchild. It was an opportunity for a quick nap.
It felt a bit sad when Michèle make the necessary arrangements so I can complete the next segment of my trip through North-America.