In a small, very small, resort town on a lovely lake in a peculiar hotel
called Villa Bellerive http://www.villabellerive.com/
The local dialect is not discernible. Sharon's good ear and my loud voice
are not sufficient to break through the barrier. They understand me (which
is incredible) but neither of us can follow the dialect. In many ways they
speak espressively like Italians with lots of body language and happy to
hear their own voices. Act as if we have an idea of what they are saying.
Very very nice to us but hardly understandable.
The route information on the placards along the route are very easy to
read. No dialect involved, as expected.
Went into the bar and ordered a been on draft and a coffee. Barkeep went
through 8 glasses looking for water spots on each one and finally got
annoyed and washed a glass for my beer. She then handed the coffee pot
(standard Bunn coffee machine) to Sharon to smell to see if the coffee was
too old; it was so she made a new pot.
The pictures contain the past couple of days – catching up.
-Vers these are worms for the fishing crowd. Sold outside the
supermarket IGA
-two pics of regional specialty carbs. A sugar cream pie in two
variations. Maybe some version of a shoe fly pie
-water tower in downtown Montreal, by the place we went for air and then
were told that the machine was broken.
-some pics on the trail from Mont-Laurier to Nominingue. Lunch being a very
special affair as pictured.
-The nice Canadians we discussed the health care system with
-shuttle bus to Mont-Laurier
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