New restaurant and new conversation
For a change, I didn’t mind the road being blocked. This was the first time I’ve ever seen real bicycle racers, pelothon and all.
To be fair, there was no actual racing going on when they blocked the highway into the upper part of the city. Lots of police cars, a low orbit helicopter but no real adrenalin. That’s tomorrow, as the local stage of the Tour de Beauce takes over the streets of the old city. I downloaded a map, out of a need to know. Sadistic plans. Something along the line of “ask the locals to identify all the steep hills in the region, and then plot a course that includes them all”. Forecasted temperatures approaching 30C; the lactic acid boiling in blood test.
We had a wonderful, long suppper with family from the other side of the continent. Little probes; the better to know each other. Lots of interesting table talk. We decided to try the only Afghan restaurant in the region, just because. Les Délices d’Ariana offers a table that bears similarity to an Indian restaurant just up the street, only better. Beef, chicken, lamb, rice. Different mix of spices, but not any hotter. I think I’d like to return.
Trying to find the car in a multilevel underground garage was exercise. We knew that it had to be there somewhere, so going up AND down the ramps seemed like a good strategy. I didn’t realize just how many layers were on offer. Note to self; next time pay attention to the level before leaving the space, rather than trying to recuperate on the return.
