We joined the throngs of tourists and put our umbrellas up for a very wet walk in Quebec. We browsed shop windows and wandered in an out of shops. We walked up the rocky hill rather than took the furnicular railway, as the queues for the railway spilled out of the station and down the hill. Attracted by the window displays, we walked into one shop where I was greeted with a "bonjour madame" by an assistant who was keen to show me her range of hats and furs, which I found with a certain amount of disgust, were the skins of animals. This aspect of shopping in Quebec I found the most distasteful and having seen rows of fur trappers' hats in one shop, in spite of the interesting range of other garments on display, I found I wanted to get out as soon as possible. Had we we had been interested in real fur, we could not have imported it back to the UK. Furs apart, we found the oldest restaurant in Quebec, which had been recommended to me by a Canadian I had taken on a tour in the UK. Other restaurants included the "Crazy Pig" and "Deranged Rabbit" When I find the notebook which has the French versions of these names I will add them on. Back on the ship, we had not ordered any special menus for our evening meal as we were looking forward to our evening outing to the Sugar Shack.
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