We headed back toward the hotel and found that just behind it was a row of hidden steak houses and ice cream parlors lined up along a tightly wound cobblestone street. It seems we have found Europe. The narrow street then opened up to a large plaza that was filled with fountains, local artists, musicians and street performers including a fire-juggling comedian (more comedian) who switched between French and English so fast the challenge was keeping up. Beyond the plaza was the Old Port (Fleuve Saint-Laurent). Bus tours, boat tours (even the boat/car duck-like tours are available), bike tours and chalets (horse-drawn carriages) shared space in the cobblestone plaza. Elizabeth is begging to do a chalet some night before we leave.
No comments:
Post a Comment