It was also a good opportunity for Dave and I to drive the remainder of his possessions in Prince Edward Island back to Toronto. But not without a stop in Quebec City.
Bright eyed at 6am – we have a U-Haul and are setting out at the ambitious hour of 6am with hopes to spend the evening in Quebec City.
Despite having issues with U-Haul the day before (more coming on that later) we’re actually really excited for a road trip with lots of junky snacks for the road and the full discography from Fleetwood Mac – that’s for me, because I have an unnatural obsession of Fleetwood Mac.
Getting to Quebec City
Google Maps doesn’t provide driving time for dragging a U-Haul across the country but we made it to Quebec Cityin 12 hours with a reservation at the Champlain Hotel and as neither of us have been to Quebec City we still have lots of energy for exploring the evening in Old Quebec.
That is until we try to park the U-Haul. Somehow we manage to wedge our vehicle between two posts in the Champlain parking lot. It’s getting late. We’re cold and tired but also determined to have a good time.
And thank gawd for Fannie who managed the front. She insisted on calling a tow truck for us so she could explain the situation in French. When we heard it was going to be 45 minutes she warned us restaurants would close early on a Sunday night. So we gave her the truck keys and she would call us when the tow arrived.
Les Trois Garcons
We hopped down to Les Trois Garçons to order a long-desired white velvet (white beer + cider). When Dave popped back up to meet the tow truck he discovered Fannie already directing the tangled vehicle into a safe space.
Although the restaurant had stopped serving the staff urged us not to rush when Dave returned to finish dinner as they could clean up around us.
In a time where things could have been stressful, the hospitality of Quebec City rescued us. We thanked the Bistro Trois Garcons for their graceful service.
The next morning we woke up early to wander the streets of Old Quebec. We were amused by separatist graffiti intermingling with souvenirs and historical buildings. We finally forced ourselves back in the truck to drive the beast to Ottawa.
With less than 24 hours in Quebec City made an impression on us. We’re definitely hoping to go back, next time in warmer weather and without a U-Haul.