Hotel Motel Le Chateauguay
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... in architecture, a little more modern here and definitely more local and less touristy. Also, the people looked at little more well to do in this area.
Later in the afternoon we head to explore the St Roch area. We climb down the 125 steps from the road near our place and walk under the free way to cross over to St Roch. The pillars that hold up the freeway have street art on them. Its quite cool – Egyptian, knights and more gothic murals have ...
The wake up call was set for 6:15 Am and we left by 7 AM for Le Cochon Dingue, aka the crazy pig. We all enjoyed bowls of hot chocolate, a croissant and a pain au chocolat - chocolate croissant. Then we split into two groups: one headed off to the former prison, turned school to perform science experiments, the other ...
... We trundled off the ship all bundled up like we were going skiing. I was ever so glad I'd brought a warm vest, scarf and gloves! We spent the day enjoying the Chateau Frontenac (ok so it's old and musty), the darling little shops with surprisingly reasonably priced treasures, watching the horse drawn carriages (and smelling...) walking 'the city wall' ( yes, this place WAS worth defending!). Then we also went to Lapin Sauté which ...
... the train was pretty booked but I could move to the next carriage as there may be seats after Drummondville stop. The other painful thing about the seat was having to sit opposite someone, not really being able to look anywhere without looking at someone, and not being able to cross you long legs for fear of kicking someone in the ******!
Anyway I got used to the backwards facing seat ...
... bloody cold, but so pretty. The lake was frozen in great sheets of ice and Andrew and I had a great time throwing pieces of ice onto the lake surface and watching them skid what seemed an impossible distance. Andrew beat me of course. For me, the pain of losing was easily beaten by the stabbing pains in my fingers telling me that very soon I could be snapping them off and tossing them across the lake surface. I decided enough was enough, grabbed my can of Mountain Dew from ...