Attention aux loups

What a great little motel - breakfast included. My veggie omelette came complete with a monster mound of diced roast potatoes and stack of buttered toast. Keeps you going till elevenses.
Off we went, first stop Edmundston (no idea why) then on to Rivière du Loup which is cute enough, but of course, pretty much 100% French speaking. We did our best with our broken French but were served very frostily which hadn’t happened before. Clearly just a frosty woman. Or maybe they’re like the French. Just joking, I detest national stereotypes as much as any true Scotsman.
Anyway, having an hour to kill we went hiking on a trail. We can now say we did some trail walking. And the SK saw a chipmunk!
Then to the Hotel which makes much of overlooking the St Lawrence. And we actually went for a swim before settling down on the outside balcony at the bar.
Tomorrow, off to Quebec. What was that stupid song we were taught at school? Donkey riding? What was that about. I wonder if I should learn the French words to endear ourselves.