There was definitely a different feeling we got as we crossed the border from New Brunswick into Quebec. It was as if we had been transported into another country. To start with, all of the road signs were in French but strangely, Brian found it easier to drive in Quebec - much more of a European feel he said, it just seemed to make more sense!
Our first stop was in Riviere du Loup (Wolf River) along the banks of the St. Lawrence Seaway that leads into Ottawa and the Great Lakes. It was a charming hostel with a family feel about it although we felt rather bewildered with everyone speaking french around us. Andrea could understand it but it took a while for her to get her confidence back using it as she hadn't really needed French during her time in NI! Each night they made delicious 4 course meals for $8 - bargain! It was the only hostel we stayed in where they had tableclothes and dinner by candlelight! Ooh la la!
We signed up for a bicycling/hiking tour the next day with a group (photo #7) which was great - we sure felt it though 30 kms later as we stopped for ice-cream. That night, we watched as the sun set over the water.
We drove onwards through little french villages seeing a lot of farms along the way each with their family name painted on large silos. Some farms had signs up for fresh blueberries and other fruits. We stopped in St Jean Port Joli to see their famous wood carvings. They even had a wood museum full of carvings explaining the history of the craft and of the area. Too bad some of those pieces wouldn't fit in the backpacks.