Pavilion is located in the cavernous Gare du Palais, Quebec City’s old railroad station.
It is a large restaurant with a long bar at the entrance and rows of tables spreading toward the back.
At eleven o’clock each night, a dozen tables are moved to the side to create a dance floor,
and a disc jockey takes over with a variety of tapes ranging from reggae to jazz to blues.
Toni and Jean Claude arrived at nine, and they were warmly greeted at the door by the owner.
“Monsieur Parent. How nice to see you.” “Thank you, Andre. This is Miss Toni Prescott. Mr. Nicholas.”
“A pleasure, Miss Prescott. Your table is ready.” “The food is excellent here,” Jean Claude assured Toni, when they were seated.
“Let us start with champagne.” They ordered paillard de veau and torpille and salad and a bottle of Valpolicella.
Toni kept studying the emerald ring Jean Claude had given her. “It’s so beautiful!” she exclaimed.
“Tu aussi. I cannot tell you how happy I am that we have finally met.” Jean Claude leaned across the table.
“I am, too,” Toni said softly. The music began. Jean Claude looked at Toni. “Would you like to dance?” “I’d love to.”
Dancing was one of Toni’s passions, and when she got out on the dance floor, she forgot everything else.
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