People keep asking me if Quebec is meeting my expectations. I think I expected a sort of foreign land - somewhere new and strange minus the trouble of crossing borders. But I've found, perhaps predictably, that I've only gone half as far. Although Montreal and Quebec City do possess some European qualities (and they are lovely), it's pretty obvious that I'm within the same country as my home city, and that's a little disappointing. I was probably a little foolish to wish to be so far removed from it while simultaneously not too distant.
All that to say we're in Quebec City! And we have landed ourselves inside the walls of the old city. We have pretty much 24hrs here to squeeze in as much as possible and then we will be whisked back to Montreal for the remainder. Today we have thoroughly explored much of the old streets, wandering them up and down with both our cameras and growling bellies. The streets here are narrow and steep, and remind me of Stirling in Scotland - everything on a hill and an intimidatingly large building at the top (here, the Chateau). Our legs and feet are feeling the results. It is very touristy, reminiscent of Banff, with countless restaurants and shops (many recognizable and many souvenir). Montreal seemed more prone to unexpectedly unique shops.
I wish I knew more of the history of the places here. Then it would be more than just lovely. I'm a little miffed at my own lack of preparation.
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