A very long time ago – 20 years, in fact – we had driven to Tadoussac in late winter when almost everything was still closed, and there was still ice on the Saguenay. This time, arriving by boat, we found a bustling, happy place, with lots of funky restaurants, numerous whale watchers and the whale watching boats they watch whales from constantly coming and going, a multitude of gift shops – some of them not at all bad – a wonderful new whale museum & interpretation centre, and at the marina, sailboats visiting from all over, with bronzed, good looking men strumming guitars and singing love songs to good looking women as they sipped wine at sunset. All in French. The grand old Hotel Tadoussac, surrounded by all this, still manages to retain its dignity, though its glory is a trifle faded.
