One Night in Quebec and another in St. Jacques, NB

We drove out of Ontario and into Quebec. We had been warned that all the road signs were only in French. It didn’t cause too much trouble. We just followed the numbers (same in both languages.) The campground brochure was in French and we had to use sign language to find out where the trash dumpsters were. Over-air television was plentiful since we were just outside of Montreal, but 5-6 stations out of the nine we could get were in French.

We had a first on Friday, though.  We crossed the St. Lawrence River, a huge water way that gets bigger and bigger the farther northeast that you go.

We followed the south side of the river after Quebec City and decided to take a closer look at the local neighborhoods. We left the freeway and drove into this little town on the river. I don’t remember it’s name but it was probably St. Something, as many of the Quebec cities are named after Saints.  Many of them sport a church with similar steeples to the ones in the picture. Beautiful little river towns just waiting for the summer tourist season to begin.

 You can see the St. Lawrence in the background of this picture as we approached the town.  It’s the brown water on the right of the picture.

As we traveled through Quebec, we found most people to be bilingual and ordering a sandwich at Subway was easier than we thought it was going to be when we heard the customers ahead of us ordering in French. We found this sign at the campground office when we checked in. (now in New Brunswick but still very French.)  The address this night is really St, Jacques, NB for all of those who care.  For the others reading this blog, that is my mother's maiden name and the last name of many of my relatives.

Sounds like an invitation for a beer.

We've had another first - we're in the Atlantic Time Zone, four hours different from Home. Sunrise and sunset are early and late, making for long days this far north.