An ‘off’ day, though in truth I biked about 25 miles exploring Montréal. Started the day with a personal challenge — ordering breakfast.
Even though most people here speak English most of the signs and menus are in French. Luckily I remember enough from French 101 to know what an oeuf is. And that great thing here is that I have an excuse to be a man-baby.
I pedaled around the city, taking in the various sites– Notre Dame Basilica, Habitat 67, the islands created in the Saint Lawrence for the 1967 World’s Fair, Mont-Royal, all the 19th century Canadian bank headquarters, Chinatown, the village, Old Montréal, Quartier Des Latins.
My main goal was to pick up a map of the Route Verte, which I did acquire from ‘Le Maison Du Cyclistes’, a combination bike shop, cafe, and travel agency. The guy was pretty helpful.
In fact, all of the people I spoke to were. I didn’t really get the sense that they hate to speak English, which is what someone once told me (ok, that’s what I heard in rural Ohio). It’s more that they are proud of their French heritage and they want to preserve it.
I am vaguely apprehensive about the availabiliy of campsies, especially over the next few days. I am also not sure whether to take the longer, more scenic route to Québec through the south, or to take the shorter norther route along the Saint Lawrence.
Rain is forecasted for the next two days. The worst of it tonight. Glad to be in the motel for one more evening. I need the rest and the shower. Temperatures have been generally cooler this far north. It was only 63 degrees when I woke this morning. Got up to about 81.
Stopped at a sports bar-casino called ‘J’m La Frite’ (I Love Fries?) for a beer and my first ever plate of poutine. It wasn’t bad, although I think I prefer my french fries with just plain ketchup.
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