The roads twist and wind, like a cobblestone San Francisco, yet narrow and often hidden, as in so many European cities. Expect your eyes deceive you-this is not Europe. Vieux Quebec is often regarded as the closest thing North America has to a true European city. From my experiences I would agree. My wife Kylie and I went shopping for groceries today, not at a supermarket, a walmart or even a corner store. We bought smoked fish from a seafood monger, ham and ribs from a charcuterie artisan, vegetables from a local produce seller. Bread from a boulangerie. We walked to a market, and hoofed it home after. The roads have not been adapted for cars, making traffic a mess. This is a good thing. Cars were never the intention here-and in some areas are not allowed (though some creative license is used by the drivers unfortunately). The view of the St. Lawrence river from the landing at the Chateau Frontenac is surreal, and so immense in scale it's almost hard to take in. The only thing taking away from Old Quebec is new Quebec. The backdrop of industrialization is an unattractive necessity. Somehow, I find myself wishing we could keep the clocks turned back here about 300 years.
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