I walked up to the office the next morning well before 10 because I could not remember what time they had told us to be there. When I asked what time the pickup was for the 10 o'clock tour the young girl said, in gently accented English, "Why 10 o'clock of course." This wasn't rude or making fun of my question in anyway, it was just another example of the vary basic fact that thinking in French is not the same as thinking in English and please don't ask me to explain that because it isn't explainable, it has to be experienced.
The bus trip to the old city where the tour actually started was a tour in itself. The driver kept us informed and entertained by pointing out landmarks along the way. The city has been given a number of significant landmark buildings, monuments, etc. for various birthdays and other occasions. It's difficult to keep it all in perspective when this side of our country is so much older than the other side. The oldest buildings and structures on the west coast are mere toddlers in comparison. There has been and continues to be renovation to buildings and structures rather than demolish and replacement. Driving through the gate into the old walled city is like stepping back in time without relinquishing modern conveniences.






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