Quebec City, Day Four: We are driving a Hyundai?

Right. So we try and find this eco house. No luck. The road dead ends at a bike trail and look at us like dummies without out bikes. What we do notice, however, is that in this town of under 9,000 occupants, there is a huge, sprawling, super modern, super cool complex that we can't really figure out what it is. Like, it's Vancouver level luxe and it's huge and this is a tiny little village over an hour from Quebec City.
We drive around and I'm thinking we've inadvertently stumbled upon some kind of Scientology complex and we're going to be kidnapped or something. We see people strolling around in bathrobes, drinking wine. There are communal gardens. And then a train pulls up next to the complex.
A train.

Why is there a train here?

Anyways, the complex was a hotel. This is the hotel. Look at it and tell me something cult-like isn't going on here.
Who is going here, and why? Baie St. Paul is a beautiful place with great shops and cafes and a low key feel. So is Edgemont in North Vancouver, but they don't have a massive hotel complex with a train that runs directly to it.
After this, still unsure of what is going on, we hop back into the "car" and head back to QC, wanting to stop in at a McD's for coffee on the way back. We do, pulling into one next to the Cyclorama de Jerusalem. The parking lot of McD's is busy, but next to the Cyclorama and the massive church situated next to it are scads and scads of parked cars and tour buses. Getting a coffee is a freaking nightmare and I end up actually leaving because I can't handle the crowd and when I get into the car Michael tells me that it's so busy because everyone is coming to a pilgrimage at the huge church - the Basilica of Sainte-Anne - because she is the patron saint of Quebec and tomorrow there is a feast in her honor.
Of course there is.
Traffic around this area is demented. She is purported to heal the injured and lame, and so apparently people come from around the world with their injured and crippled loved ones, hoping for redemption which the church cashes in on like crazy. Anyways, it's these untoward thoughts that were the reason that I wasn't able to get two medium coffees at McDonald's what with being a heretic and all.
We go to a Tim's further down the highway and that's a sociological experiment unto itself, but finally we have caffeine and sugar (at 9pm at night) and we are back on the highway with Michael having forgot his regular glasses so he is wearing his sunglasses and I am praying (ha) that we simply get back to our skeevy apartment in one piece.
So yeah. The Hyundai ran pretty well.