Wednesday started with light rain and mostly cloud cover, so luckily they didn't reschedule our tour.
We started out nice and early just to get lost on the bus system and spend the best $20 ever on a taxi to make it to Fitz & Follwell just in time.
We were fitted with proper head gear.
Meet the friendliest dog ever: Mila.
and prepared to depart!
Our first stop was Mount Royal, which is the tallest "mountain" on the island.
I wish we had gotten a non-biking picture with the following couple. They are Jeremy and Christina from Denver, CO. SmithCale and I both agreed that he was a doppelganger for our Bro-in-law, Ben.
Ogled at yet another gift from the French.
*Brief interlude for a down pour and to buy cheap controversial ponchos*
Why were they controversial?
A little back story first, Quebec is about 80% french-speaking, which is a stark contrast to the other Provinces.
In the 80s there was a movement to separate itself from Canada, and small pockets of this ideal still remain.
Last stop: the Atwater Market for pizza and sadness.
Why sadness? Because it was filled for tons of local produce, butchers, fancy cheeses and no way for us to bring any of it home.
Truly beautiful. So beautiful we went back Friday and Saturday
Normally, a tour is from 10-1, but due to the rain and our guide's watch stopping, we didn't get back until after 3!
The guide was fun and full of facts and our group was easy-going and full of laughs.
Rain soaked and helmet-haired us and our fearless guide: Shontal
On the way back (via Metro, thanks to a fellow bike groupie who filled us naives in), SmithCale found graffiti so moving he had capture it.
Food for Travel,
the SupperSmiths, forging one meal a time
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