There was a low fog that hung over the ship as we sailed up the fjord
towards Saguenay. But like the Red Sea, it parted, opening up straight to
where our berth lay.
Amidst all this grey there was a tsunami of colour as the circus was in
town. Upon the pier a troupe that looked as if they had stepped straight out
of Cirque de Solei, entertained and posed with passengers. Jugglers,
unicyclist and beautiful women parading around on stilts added to the
excitement of the day.
You can't get more French than Port Saguenay where English is the second
language, so second that you struggle to find anyone that speaks it.
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