It must be twenty-five years since I last heard that song, yet every time I hear the name Quebec the first verse plays itself out in my head, then the chorus loops in like some kind of ghastly, never-ending earworm.
Anyway, I finally made it to Quebec City and it turns out that the song isn't instructional. There isn't a King with a golden crown riding on a donkey. Or if there is I didn't see him. Presumably because the Quebec Grand Prix was on so getting around the city was a bit of a nightmare, on donkeyback or otherwise.
...where there's a man with a spandex shirt, riding on a pushbike.
Not sure who won the bike race. The last lap I saw the guy on the motorbike was in the lead so I reckon he won. Seems unfair but hey...
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