After leaving "rue du Petit Champlain", we headed off to find refreshments. As it was warming up, even though we'd been walking down hill, this was important. Fortunately Peter and Silvia found a suitable place.
But along the way, we passed this "First Nations" (aka Indian) craft store.
No Cigar Store Indian here, though.
Ah, refreshed, it's time to continue the tour. Those of us who arrived
early had shade to enjoy our refreshments. But the late comers - not our
group, of course - received some additional solar heating.
There's that hotel again! And this is the street where we had our
morning refresher. The Chateau Frontenac is quite visible in the Old Town,
which makes it easy to find one's way back to it.
This is a totally out of place monument to somebody. Alas, I don't
remember who is memorialised by this totally unsuitable piece of art. Nor
do I know what the City Fathers were smoking when this was chosen.