It may have been the last day of riding, but the day was hardly over when we arrived in Quebec City. After a quick change out of our armor (aka riding gear) and washing off the blood and guts of our enemies (read: "insects that committed suicide attacks against said riding gear") at our-class? anyone?-Best Western hotel, we jumped onto a shuttle bus to informally tour Old Quebec City. This is something not to be missed. Founded by the French in 1608, some of the original buildings still stand and it feels like being in an old European city, complete with cobblestone streets. The location was chosen for its steep, tall hill which overlooked the St. Lawrence River and provided a defensible location. That lasted until 1759 when a battle on the Plains of Abraham, adjacent to the walled city, resulted in the French surrendering to the British. Aside from the Old World charm of centuries-old buildings, it's also the capital of Quebec Province, with many government buildings, small hotels, fine restaurants, and its most famous feature, the hotel Fairmont Le Chteau Frontenac, towering over the Old Quebec City center.