My favorite little shop, in my favorite little town, Kamouraska. The name has something to do with the indigenous people who lived here. They call the Indians 'First Nation' in Canada. The artist who owned this shop was named Anne, and she had lived all her life in this little bitty village; as had her ancestors back to the 1700's. She spoke English, and said several decades ago more USA tourists came there. Almost none anymore. Dick and I do NOT understand that. This is a GREAT summer vacation destination.
See how the farmer plants in straight rows, right up to the edge of these mountains. The same crops would skip over the hiway we were on, and then continue on down the other side to the St. Lawrence River; which is, of course, brackish at this point.
Some scenes driving east along the southern bank of the St. Lawrence River. At this point, the river is very susceptible to the tides, as you can see by these two pictures. Some of the islands are actually accessible by foot during low tide. The farms are, again, very pretty, and the farmers eke their fields out of whatever available land they can, between the mountains and the banks of the river. The rows are planted in straight lines, as opposed to the curved lines we're used to seeing. You can see this farm situated on the side of the hill. Bear in mind that these 'mountains' are no higher than 1700' above sea level.
We crossed back over into Canada; had our rig searched for weapons once again (I was actually asked if I had a switchblade on board. Like I would even know how to operate one!) This is a scene from Levis (Leevee), looking across the St. Lawrence River to Quebec City, which we didn't take time to even go into, although there was a ferry over there. We find ourselves running out of time. This is an old old shipbuilding yard, with the plans for the ships actually drawn on the concrete. We met an interesting family next door to our campsite in Levis; he is a CSI cop; and their daughter was named Daphnee`.
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