Doc's Return to Quebec City

So we've got ONE night off on a travel day and we're driving along the 20 and it's raining and we're trying to make it over to Riviere du Loup in order to have an easy go of it the next day and it's getting dark already and Hal's saying he's never been to Quebec City, so I took a little detour. I says, "Hal, we'll whip in for a bite to eat," and there- over the bridge we go. Pretty soon we're parked next to that big Hotel they've got there, you know, the one that looks like an old castle? Actually, I think it IS an old castle. We wandered into a bistro of some kind to get something to eat, but once we were inside Hal decided it was not good enough- and told the manager we had been looking for a REAL restaurant... Well, that manager guy, he says "follow me," and I thought he had misunderstood and was leading us to the rest rooms. But down this long hall we go, and pretty soon- to my surprise- we are standing in the lobby of the Chateau Posh Something or Other and we are being ushered into a dining room of epic proportions. I said, "Jeez, Hal, they're not gonna let us in here!" But they thought we were famous musical personalities so they escorted us to a table in the middle of it all. There, we proceeded to have the meal of our lives. As our table was tended to we gave thanks for the previous night's cd sales, and marvelled that a couple of blues guys really could- at least for a couple of hours- live like kings. On the way back to the car I showed Hal the underground garage I used to sleep in when I had busked the streets of that city so many years ago. I stood on the boardwalk for a few minutes, looking at the twinkle of the lights from across the river, memories washing over me like the little ripples down below. Then we drove away, back up Laurier, and back to the present.