I was so lucky to go on a trip with my mom and sisters this July to Quebec. Quebec is really, really old, and very pretty. And, people speak french there. Because of the break-neck speed of our summer I didn't do a lick of research before hopping on the plane to go there - and I was totally taken aback (and delighted by!) the frenchi-ness of the city. All the french being spoken unleashed the motley barrage of high school french I have carefully tucked away in my little brain - but unfortunately not before I answered si a couple of times to some horrified shop-keepers. Ah, american me.
my pretty little sister
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I once travelled to Quebec (tremendously gorgeous, I agree) and tried to rely upon the french I'd been forced to acquire in grade school. I ended up ordering liver instead of beef - ick!
We love Quebec! Did you catch the jazz festival?
jazz festival? no! that would have been awesome!!
Ahhhh, those photos make me very nostalgic. After 3 months backpacking around Europe we had been in Canada for 6 months and when my friend and I got to old Quebec we felt like we had been transported right back to Europe. We plonked ourselves down and stayed a week. Never even ventured outside the walls of the old town! Terrible, I know, but we loved every bol au chocolat and vin blanc!
Love your pictures! What a pretty city.
Anna
Thank you for posting these Lynne. This trip was the highlight of my summer. I had such a great time with you guys!
ps The pictures I took with the hipstamic app in my iphone turned out really well in my most recent blurb album.
I would like to trip to Quebec one day 'cause it's a great city.
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