There is something almost magical about Québec City. Maybe it’s the European feel of the old city that makes me feel as though I’m overseas instead of in Canada. Or perhaps it’s the charm of the French guys, and the friendliness of the people who call Québec City home. Or maybe it’s both of those things.
I’ve wanted to visit Québec City for several years, but my lack of French language skills held me back. I was under this false impression that Québec City was more francophone than Montréal, and therefore the residents really did not like anglophones. Like not at all. It’s one of those Québec stereotypes I grew up with and now that I have spent a few days in the city I am reminded of how utterly ridiculous stereotypes can be. Québec City is absolutely fantastic.
My love affair with the city started with my four and a half hour private tour with Cicérone, which took me through both old and modern Québec City, as well as out to Île d’Orléans. As a history lover I was in absolute heaven (and the humour of my guide helped quite a bit as well), and unfortunately due to my broken DSLR I took absolutely no photos of the tour. Notta. Zip. Zilch. Instead I sat back, listened to my guide, looked out the window, and slowly fell in love with the city. It was in that time that I started to forget that I’m a travel blogger looking for ways to share locations with my readers. I was just a traveller in Québec City.
I was so relaxed. And frankly, my guide was adorable and could have read me the phonebook and I would have been completely entertained. In fact, I didn’t want the tour to end. I just wanted him to keep talking and making me laugh. Man, why are French guys so completely different than the rest of the men in Canada? Can somebody PLEASE explain this phenomenon with me?!
Anyway, I digress…
Maybe it’s an accent thing?
It was with rose coloured glasses firmly placed, that I explored the city. I spent a lazy morning in my bed at Hotel Champlain, and went for walks at 7am on others. I ate way too many mind blowing meals at places like Le Graffiti, Chez Boulay, Laurïe Raphael, Savini, and Versa. And when I wasn’t eating or laying in bed, I was wandering aimlessly through the city, wandering down small side streets and trying to remind myself that I was NOT in Europe, I was in Canada! Which was harder to do than one might think.
Québec City, why do you have to be so awesome? Can you not spread out the awesomeness a little more? I mean, I would actually consider moving here! Yes, I am that in love with you. The only thing holding me back is the fact that I’m not bilingual and I’m pretty sure I need to be in order to get a job that would actually provide me with rent money.
It’s like everything I adore in life, is in this city. I’m completely serious. I LOVE the idea of shopping at the butcher shop, then the cheese shop, at the fruit/veg seller, the bakery. It’s an old world concept that I find absolutely charming and something I wish I could do easily in other locations. I’m also a HUGE fan of fieldstone buildings (I dream of owning a fieldstone and wood cottage or farm house), the hills are not too bad, the hot chocolate is to die for, and there are so many twists and turns in Québec City’s history that I want to park myself in a library and read up on it until the library kicks me out.
I should probably stop geeking out.
Three days in Québec City was not nearly enough time, and I have so many things to write about. I want to tell you guys about all the fab activities you can do, and how to get your eat on in the city. I want to share some more lame iPhone photos (cause it is all I have), but it’s time for me to go to Montréal! More posts are coming, and not just about Québec City.
I have been travelling across Canada for two weeks now, and I am in complete awe of my home country. There is so much beauty, and charm, and sheer awesomeness. I have spent so much time overseas, but I now find myself wanting to stay in Canada longer. I want to venture into the northern sections of Canada. I want to visit more villages, and revisit favourite cities.
Are you enjoying the journey so far? What would YOU like to see more of? Please share in the comments!!
And if someone could explain the French guy phenomenon to me as well, that would be cool.
I feel like I’m breaking up with a really sexy French boyfriend, and I am so NOT okay with that! Québec City, remember I’m your one true love. Okay?!?!
**The posts in the post are instagram shots from my trip. You know, cause my DSLR is busted — which broke my heart.