So yeah, I slept in, and then I whipped up some oatmeal pancakes and blueberry sauce for Mme. F. Yum! She really seemed to like the recipe and wanted me to give it to her so she could share it with her sister. So, unless she’s on bad terms with her sister, I’m inclined to think she really did like it. ;) The French was flowing freely this morning, and I enjoyed our conversation in the kitchen and over breakfast. It was nice to have the time to just talk.
She was kind enough to drive me to the local convenience store to buy bus tickets, and then over to the bus stop to meet Amy and Megan for another afternoon of sight-seeing and shopping. When they arrived, we spent 10 minutes weighing their options: would it be better to split a day pass, buy individual tickets, or renew the monthly pass? It was a bit confusing, and in the end, none of the options were very affordable. But they decided to share a day pass and we were on our way.
We found a traditional folk artisan exhibit in the Maison Chevalier during our wanderings today. I was fascinated by this booth, where the man not only makes violins; he decorates them as well. His etchings and designs were so intricate and ornate. Beautiful!
We also spent a lot of time in the Marché du Vieux-Port again, trying blueberry/raspberry/chocolate crêpes, buying jewelry and gifts, and talking to the vendors.
Among our other discoveries:
They like meat pastes here...it's weird.
This is one of the smallest named streets I've ever seen. It was really an alley, named after the dogs that used to run through it.
Here was a fountain we found near the Rue St. Paul. We stopped to take pictures of the cute little kids who were splashing in it.
This is one of the cute kids.
And the same cute kid - I have lots of pictures of him.
This just made me laugh.
Unfortunately, Megan had to leave us before dinner because it looked like it was going rain, and she had promised her host mom that she’d take down the laundry from the clothesline. Amy and I looked around for a little while for a restaurant, since I hadn’t eaten out in Vieux-Québec before, and we found this one:
Saint James
It was a lovely little bistro, and we decided to order their “forfait” – which is an all-inclusive meal for two. We discovered that the restaurant’s specialty was its in-house pasta chef, who makes all of the pasta dishes to order. Our meal included a choice of escargot, Caesar salad, or soup as an appetizer, two pizzas/one pizza & one pasta/two pastas for the main course, bread, ½ liter house wine, and crème brulée. We both had the escargot (yum), and then we ordered a veggie pizza and designed our own pasta dish with all sorts of delicious things (it was awesome). Speaking in English, it was crazy how many things Amy and I found that we had in common. We had plenty of time to talk, since the staff gave us a lot of time between courses, and we had to wait for thirty minutes after we finished to get our bill. I’m not really sure why…it was strange. Anyway, by the time I got off of the bus at the University and started the walk home, it had started raining again. It figures.
Oh yeah, and I set off the smoke alarm in the house tonight. :P I turned on the fan in the bathroom downstairs after my shower as usual, but it evidently didn’t take care of all of the humidity this time. Elizabeth, Francis, and I couldn’t figure out what it was at first, because there weren’t any lights flashing on the alarm upstairs, and it wasn’t the house security system, but it finally dawned on us.
Ah well.
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