The deeper you go into the state of Québec, the less English they speak and the more French. In Québec City, it's pretty much only French, which gave me a chance to practice my 20 year old school knowledge. It's a neat little town, full of cobble stone paved alleys, 18:th century architecture and loads of small eateries and pubs. The olde city is surrounded by a great wall, giving it a slightly European medieval feel. As the sun shone down and the open air restaurants called with their cool beers, it felt doubly annoying that the Québecian ATM:s seem to reject my VISA card. Fortunately, walking and looking is free, as is taking photos, so I enjoyed the Gibraltar of America, as Charles Dickens dubbed the city, to its fullest.