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Article: . . . and a French-flavored bash with Bonhom me in Quebec City
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- Chicago Sun-Times
- Article date:
- January 14, 1990
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QUEBEC CITY One look at the cab driver who'll take you downtown from
Quebec City's tiny airport, and you know it's carnival time. He's
wearing a nondescript raincoat of indeterminate age, but wrapped
around his waist is a gaily colored woven sash.
On the streets, people are carrying red plastic walking canes -
hollow to transport Caribou, a potent mix of sweet red wine and raw
grain alcohol guaranteed to make its effects known the next morning.
Should you roll down the cab window, you'll hear the "hrumph"
of the plastic horns of early revelers. As the night wears on, bands
of celebrants roam the city's ancient streets sounding their horns
like herds of bull moose.
But Quebec City ...