Saturday afternoon, after loading my bike and baggage into the car, I parked down by the river in Lévis and took the traversier (ferry) across to Québec. The Fêtes de la Nouvelle-France were in full swing, the streets were full of revelers dressed in antique costumes, and there was live music in the parks and squares. It was a magical first visit to Québec for me. I didn't want to leave Québec, but I had promised my cousins that I would visit them on my way home ...
