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Leaving Montreal, on the train to Quebec
... learning to sleep in straight lines and perfecting our hop scotch skills around our suitcases.
Our view is INDEED not of the St. Lawrence river as suggested but of not a pretty lot, however, if you crane your neck vertically you can see a church spire and sky!! We are saving to buy the porter some new shoes and the breakfast waiter is clearly ON something which I am looking for a share in ...
Vieux-Quebec, we meet again.
As a last detour before heading overseas, my sister and I decided to visit our French neighbours in Québec City and Montréal - the former being our first stop.
After a brief run-in at Trois-Rivières involving a hit-and-run scratch job on my sister's front bumper, we settled into our hostel before plunging into the Old City for a jaunt (see pictures).
We leave tomorrow morning for Montréal but I want ...
Quebec City and Carnaval
... rue Corps-de-Garde and St-Louis there is a cannonball at the foot of the tree, reminiscent of the city's military past. At number 72 St-Louis a plaque dedicated to American General Ric********tgomery is found.
It was getting closer to time for the show, so I returned to musee du fort via the information centre. There was a group booked in for the 10.45 show, and they didn't turn up until after 11, so I waited in the theatre and had ...
Quebec
... to walk the entire length of the city walls. I proceeded to have hundreds of photos sitting ontop of all the cannons we passed a-spread. We then headed out on the river to the other side to get some stunning photos of the city from the cliff lookout.
Nov 7 Update
Phin: "On train to Quebec City!...come back Montreal!!! Much needed liver vacation!! Why are windows always so dirty!?" "Is 4 bagels too many in one sitting?"
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Rome, Maple Syrup, And Rain
... I think pneumonia might have been preferable to the taxi-driver’s breath we had to endure; both his car and breath smelt worse than any illness. I tried to breathe through my mouth and wished my sore throat had been accompanied by a blocked nose just so I didn’t have to smell the acrid aroma polluting the air. Dad tried to communicate with the Francophone, but I wished we could just sit there in silence as every attempt at English ...