About halfway in between Montreal and Toronto we stopped at a little diner where Sarah had a humungous tuna salad (they do their salads big in North America).
We perused the local paper which had a feature story on prostitution in this small farming area (drugs are a problem).
We also came across the Queen of the Furrow competition which is a beauty pagent where, you will pleased to learn, contestents are also judged on their ploughing skills. At least it’s more flattering than calling it the Queen of the Plough.
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