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Travel Blogs from Quebec City
Québec - Magog
... est brumeux, mais annonce le soleil, j’espère pour les photos des sites historiques les plus connus. Pour ceux qui connaissent Québec, vous allez voir que j’ai fait largement ma randonnée du jour. Je commence par le parc des Champs de bataille, suivi de la citadelle, j’enchaine par Fairmont le Château Frontenac. Là, je demande à visiter le bâtiment, on me dit que ce n’est pas possible car c’est un hôtel, et ça depuis ...
Es bonito Quebec City
... ya sólo porque las aceras no sean de 5 metros de ancho. Primera parada obligatoria: Tim Hortons y dos litros de café para las tres horas de viaje. Porque los canadienses tienen su propia cadena de café guarripeich y muffins gordiflauticos, y los Quebecoise la prefieren al Starbucks. No es que sea nada especial, es más de lo mismo de color rojo en vez de verde, pero supongo que les hace sentir menos yanquis. Tengo que reconocer que yo también la prefiero porque es más barata, ...
Quebec City and Carnaval
... a few blogs, and watched some more of Arthur while eating my dinner. I had a ham croissant and banana bread!
We arrived into Montreal and I walked through the underground city and found myself a pharmacy to get some Claritin and then emerged on Saint Catherine. Walked the rest of the way home and back to the apartment.
Unpacked my bags, and got my stuff ready for skiing tomorrow, and then had a shower and off to bed, what a busy ...
Quebec
... for bite and then headed to one of the museums. At night wandering around the cobble streets the city on its giant hill, Quebec city get even more beautiful, especially with chrismas lights. That night I hang around the hostel and got chatting to one of the very few guest staying there in the rabbit warren of several covered old houses, Joe Guthrie. We decided to venture out to a recommended bar to try some local beer. On the way ...
Pluie, Pluie, Disparaissent!
... coughing his lungs up at every other gasp we headed towards the bus stop on what was meant to be a five minute walk, it probably was just five minutes but as it was our first foray to the stop it seemed endless as we passed a few hotels and crossed a few roads. When I made to the bus stop ahead of Mum and Dad I greeted the two women already waiting with 'bonjour,’ only for them to think this meant I was a French-speaker and start asking me ...