We left Halifax in May 2017, with MLH’s stuff taking up two thirds of the real estate in the car…..
Close to 1,000 km later, we arrived at La Roche Percé in the Gaspé, Quebec. This rock is about 400 million years old, limestone and shale, and glitters in the setting sun. In the evening, we watched the lobster fishermen empty their pots and set the bait for the next day and diners at the restaurant eating the lobster – three or four in one sitting!
The owners of the B&B sent us on our way with fresh eggs from their hens, through miles of forest to the Gulf of St. Lawrence. MLH was perturbed by the warning signs for moose; and was glad to make it to Quebec City and the elegant shop fronts, and to be served delicious Vietnamese food in English by a Francophone.
Ottawa must be one of the smallest and most parochial of capital cities – but very friendly. So far, we’ve visited Little Italy, the National Gallery and the Royal Mint and the Cold War Diefenbunker (which made me feel old, and which MLH compared to the lonely desert bunker in which he was stationed in the Egyptian army as a communications specialist).
Parliament was closed for visitors due to ‘Parliamentary Activity’. Sounds dangerous, but so glad they are active.