Quebec City: Day Six

Jacques Cartier, right this way...

Michael dropped the car off this morning. It was raining here a bit today. Then we went for a run for over an hour which was nice because we have a lot of butter, eggs, and crepes to burn off. I can't tell you how amazing the cycling/walking paths are here. It puts every other Canadian city to shame. We could go for hours on non-motorized paths. I freaking love it. Plus we saw frogs (insert French joke here) because most of the paths were along the river.
Afterward we cleaned up and then wandered the city some more, going up Cartier Avenue which was so quintessential French. I loved it. I love this city. This is the closest you can get to Europe without actually going.
We wandered the Plains of Abraham a while (she writes, nonchalantly about a decisive battle between the French and British) and then walked the city walls before coming back and having dinner across the street at Poutineville.

Plains of Abraham

Seriously: Poutineville. I have never had poutine until today and I am not sure I will have it ever again. It is good in small doses, but how much fries, gravy and cheese curds do you want? I had a veggie sandwich with a side salad. Kind of like the time I ordered a fish burger at Nathan's Famous at Coney Island.

Poutine

In addition, the people next to us (or maybe below us) are having a tremendous amount of sex. I don't hear much from him, but she sounds like a small dog being strangled. If it is the people next to us, they are quite young and fit but I can't help but think that she is making these high pitched noises for entertainment's sake? Like, one time when we lived in Kerrisdale, I opened the window and applauded the performance of the woman above me.
Am I wrong? No one makes that much noise unless they've watched a lot of porn and think that's how it's done.
I sound like an old person.

Oh wait: I am an old person.
But basically please just STFU, sil vous plaiz.