QC Day One
We’ve arrive and I must say, Canada kicks ass! Mom scared me on the way here with tales of the $20/day internet fee in NYC but thankfully (and luckily for all you devout readers), the Clarendon provides complimentary wireless service.
Although we saved a few hundred bucks on tickets, our trek here was exhausting to say the least. We left Regina at 6:30 am and flew to Winnepeg. Once in Winnepeg we boarded another plane that took us to Montreal. And again in Montreal we boarded another plane, which was considerably smaller, that took us here. The length of the trip was taxing as it was, but the nearly unbareable odor coming from the gent behind us on our last flight nearly put me over the edge! And to make the flight even more interesting, 3 out of 5 young french girls travelling together and sitting infront and behind us, changed their clothing, in their seats! Getting here was definitely an experience.
But we’re here now and all was worth it. Quebec City is absolutely beautiful and quite similar to how I pictured it to be. Old building everywhere, reminiscent of Dublin’s small curvy streets packed tight with town houses, with enormous churches on practically every street corner. Our hotel, the Clarendon, is one of the oldest buildings in Quebec City and definitely looks it, but it is unreal in terms of location.
We spent what was left of the fleeting afternoon wandering around Old Quebec and stopping into a few unique shops (not to mention La Maison Simons, which quickly became my fave locale). We saw the Chateaur Frontenac and the Montmorency Park, both of which providing beautiful backgrounds for breathtaking pictures. The number of restaurants in this part of town could accurately be described as incessant. Even including the frequent tourists, there is no way there needs to be a restaurant or bistro at every second door stoop. In any event, we luckily chose one that turned out to be a great meal. Cafe de Paris had a quaint and cozy atmosphere with friendly staff and scrumptious food. We finished dining by 9:00 and although we were up at 4:30 this morning, I still wasn’t ready for to call it a night (it’s our first night here and be damned if I’m going to bed at 9:00!). So Mom being the wonderful soul she is, agreed to accompany me as we wandered the luminescent streets of Old Quebec and were astonished by the increased activity and excitement that nightfall brought to the streets We ended off the night with a night cap at the local Pub D’Orsay, and played a little slots. Obviously, but yet still to my surprise, the slots are all in french and at first presented us with a challenge. But thankfully the bar keep was able to switch them into English, just long enough for us to win a little dough on a Frost-Fire game.
During our afternoon travels, we found the tourist bureau and booked ourselves in for a bus tour of Old Quebec for tomorrow morning. It should be a good time…I’m just hoping the weather perks up. Cold and gloomy is do’able for a day or two, but not seven!
I’m sorry this post is void of pictures. For some reason the browser won’t let me upload any. I’ll keep working on it and hopefully I’ll have a few (or more than few given my need to take ridiculous amounts of pictures) on tomorrow’s post.
Miss you all and I’ll have a beer on a beautiful terrace (something Quebec is renowned for) for everyone! A demain mes amis…bonne nuit!

