The girl manning the customs and immigration checkpoint looked as though she was still in college. When she saw that we’d visited Canada before but had nevertheless decided to visit again, she was ecstatic, and gave us loads of maps and brochures and discount cards.
She also seemed really excited that we were going to be arriving in the middle of St Jean Baptiste day, when the Québecois celebrate the founding of Québec. She didn’t mention that there have been nationalist riots in previous years. I suppose that just adds to the excitement.