When we arrived in Quebec City for the second time on our Cross Canada adventure, it was Friday night and the 400 year celebration was still going strong. Unlike our last visit, the weather was warm and dry and Grande Allee E was buzzing with partyers. Sean and Evalyne lived outside of Montreal but were on their way to camp past where we had come from on the St. Lawrence. They were running late, but that was okay because we managed to get a table on the sidewalk across from the giant disco ball, at a restaurant called Le Cosmos Cafe, and ate a nice dinner while we waited for them. I had a steak. It wasn’t great but it tasted better because the design of the restaurant was so interesting and modern. That shouldn’t make a difference, but somehow it does.
We were planning on going to a free concert at the Baie de Beauport. When Sean and Evalyne arrived we walked a few blocks and caught a bus. Since we had spent a day in Beauport, we should have figured out it was quite far away, but somehow we totally zoned out on this fact. It took forever to get to the beach where the concert was being held, and even after we got off the bus we had to walk over a bridge and then around the barriers. As we approached the party we could hear Bran Van 3000 playing their hit, “Drinking in LA”, so we knew we had basically missed them and DJ Champion, who I love. All that was left was DJ Moby, who Step and I are not the hugest fans of. Also, all the canteens were completely out of beer and wine, so there were no adult refreshments available. We hung out a bit anyway, for the novelty of the large screens, video ball, light show, bonfires, and thousands of people dancing on the dark beach (did I mention Quebec took it’s 400th birthday seriously?). Also, it was nice to catch up with Sean. But it was super late and we were tired so we left after less than an hour. We had to line up for the bus home, and didn’t get back into the city until 3am. We just drove the van a couple of blocks, and found a flat, unrestricted parking space near Vieux Quebec, and stealth camped under the shade of a tree.
The next morning we went out for a great bacon and egg breakfast at a place called Cafe Moka, and I went back to the Croc store and bought the fleece lined crocs I couldn’t bear to buy the first time I was there. They only had red ones left—you snooze, you lose, or end up with red fleece lined Crocs.
We were on a serious time budget, and we wanted to spend some time in Wakefield, so we had to boot out of there. I felt uplifted yet melancholy as we left Quebec, and I played “Hey Jude” really loud as we drove down the highway, to match my bittersweet emotions.