Canada Diary Entry - Aug 14

There are much less Canadian flags in Quebec than anywhere else - less than in Toronto, much less than in Edmonton. Instead, there's the white-on-blue cross of Quebec flying.
While service staff in so-called "Central Canada" or Alberta is very forthcoming, very friendly, Quebec is very different... people are nice, but not friendly. They don't say "hello, how's your day" and stuff
Tried to decode some weird Inuitutquktukwuqtuqtug script at an Inuit statue at Parliament Hill in Quebec. Right next to it, a very small French-Canadian assembl閑s nationales cooperation tree can be seen.
Though I couldn't understand it before, the separatist movement in Quebec becomes clear when seeing it... being French at heart, they are Northern Americans as well, and finally royal-british-Canadians as well, since the Queen is still their sovereign. No wonder they feel not at home.
For lunch, going to a very nice-looking Tunisian restaurant failed, and two waiters tried to explain some French mumble-jumble about why the cuisine est ferm? Then went to Japanese restaurant: Eating on a Tatami mat without shoes, and without sake (the Japanese owner tried to explain why to me in French). Feet started hurting after 20 minutes of kneeling... but surprisingly, it still went quite well. Another first-timer.
Finally, I had to notice that Quebec is basically Paris without Renaults and Citroens.





Final Note: Of course, I am not telling you all this stuff about "wow, this place is great" and "how incredibly nice people are here", because this is - of course - implicit. Therefore, here you'll only find what is *out of the ordinary*...