As soon as I crossed the border into Quebec, life got easier. The French influence, I guess, has been at play and so cycling is encouraged, not just tolerated. The 'Route Verte' a dedicated cycleway allows the cyclist to enjoy great tracks in safety. Interestingly, although I saw very few cyclists elsewhere, in Quebec there were plenty. There is a message here.

Someone to cycle with at last!
 

Into Montreal
 

And along the St Lawrence seaway.

It was around here that I had my closest brush with the grim reaper when in the early dawn a car coming towards me did not turn the bend and headed for me. It passed less than a yard behind my back wheel. In a cloud of dust, screaming tyres and after several spins the driver came to a halt. He had gone to sleep at the wheel. Not nice. Wonder why my maker let me through that one.

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