Quebec City

I wrote the last post yesterday, and I couldn't just leave it at that, when in fact it is tomorrow, and after a rainy, windy morning along the Gulf of St. Lawrence, the sun has come out and I'm sitting in a lovely cafe is Quebec City, where I don't understand a word anyone is saying. Quebec City reminds me of home-- a little grungy, but cheerful, and my bike is drawing some attention outside, though hopefully not from the police, as I've been parked there for quite a while. An older fellow just stopped to take a picture of it, and a man I spoke to (in French!) when I pulled up shook my hand when I told him where I was vien-ing de. I may stick around for lunch.