So we spent the two days visiting. Percé is beautiful. We said over and over how smart we were not to try to sail around the corner. On Friday, we drove to Percé before lunch. Then we hiked to to the rock as it was low tide. Dangerous walking on the strewn boulders but worth the effort. Percé is the first place we have seen any tourists since we left Quebec City. We had a light lunch on a cliff overlooking the rock. Charming and the food was good. So we headed back to the boat. On the way, we passed a lobster wholesaler, so in we go and walked out with 2 -3 lb each fresh lobster for dinner. So next task was to find white wine to go with the lobsters. Tick that box, always easy in Quebec.
 
At dinner we decided not to eat them on the boat or the boat would reek of lobster juice for days. So we found a picnic table in from of the marina club house and dug in to our feast. There were two other guys there playing a guitar and trying to sing. We invited them to join us. One was a 65 year old Newfie fisherman who had fished all over the world. Accent, vocabulary and all, he was a riot. We also found out that he was a recipient of the medal of valour in Canada. The highest award a civilian can get. It was for rescuing 6 people off the ice flows in Labrador. The other fellow was also from the Rock (Newfoundland) and an ex soldier. He had been based in Kingston and we knew common people. He was one hell of a guitar player and about 300 lbs with a long pony tail and a biker jacket. A number of tattoos as well. They seemed to have a sizable stock of beer so the discussions went on for some hours. It was really fun to listen to Les tell his life stories. All true, verified by the other Newf.