DAY SIX

Well, my concerns about being in the middle of party central were apparently unfounded because at 10:30 or thereabouts all the noise died down to nothing.
It was a wild evening though with sudden and dramatically hard rain that would only last a few minutes and then stop. This was probably what drove people inside and thus the peace and quiet.
After a good lie-in, I woke this morning to more sunshine so I had some breakfast, loaded my bike in the truck and headed into town for the day.
There's a point of land that juts out into the mighty St. Lawrence River that is called the Pointe and I wanted to run down there and bike along the trail by the river.
I found a convenient parking spot near the ferry terminal and marina so I slapped on some sunscreen and took off to explore.
The St. Lawrence being so close to the Atlantic Ocean has tides as well. This was low tide and the marina was literally mud. You can see from the photos the trails through the mud as boats motored into their slips.

Next to the ferry staging lanes was a statue of an Indian Chief so I had to get a pic.

As I drove into the Pointe I noticed several beautiful older homes that look right out to the river and thought how lovely it would be to live here.

All along the trail, aside from gorgeous homes, were little parks with families having picnics and interesting objects of art and sculpture.

There was a plaque nearby that explained a bit about the history of this rock.

Further along the trail, I stopped for a photo op by an old washed up tree trunk.

By the time I had returned to my truck, it was mid-afternoon and I decided to treat myself to an ice cream cone, vanilla with a chocolate dip. Yummmm. Because it was so hot I couldn't eat it faster than it was melting so before long the hand holding the cone was covered in sticky ice cream.

I wanted to try this seafood restaurant but it was far too early so I packed up the bike and went for a bit of a drive around the town.
Like all good French Catholic towns, it had a couple of very large prominent churches up on the hill overlooking the river.
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Here is a view of the town from the hill.

Not much else happening in town and dinner was too far off so I drove back to camp and did a little more work on my tore up trailer fender. It's a little rough looking but I can't justify the expense of replacing the aluminium skirting just for the aesthetics.
It was Saturday night, I'd had my cocktails and wasn't much interested in driving back to town so I settled for my own seafood dinner, buttered shrimp over brown rice with some steamed broccoli on the side.
As the evening approached so did the sounds of various groups of revellers. Just like the night before, the wind came up and the park was pounded by a driving rain that sent the party animals running for cover. This was one of the many times I was glad to be in a nice dry comfortable trailer instead of a tent camper.
I got to bed fairly early and spent my evening relaxing with a good murder mystery.