I spent very little time in Quebec City. My whole schedule for the North America Tour was thrown off when it became clear to Laura and I that three months apart was too long, and that they did not want to remain in Mexico for another month and a half. I had planned to go to Acadia National Park, then New Brunswick and Nova Scotia before heading over to Quebec City, but I had to makes some cuts in order to meet the girls in Chicago, where we eventually decided to fly them. So I axed the Maritimes and headed straight to Quebec City, where I was to spend only one night.
I booked a hostel in the city, but when I was making my way up into Northern Maine I got a call from the hostel, asking when I would arrive. When I told him ten or so, he said that the reception closes at nine. It said so on their website (though I booked through a third-party site and I never saw this information) so there would be no refund. This meant I had to get another room and pay for both.
In the morning I went into the city to walk around and have a look. It was cold and extremely windy. It rained off and on, so I took full rain gear along with me. I had not the greatest weather for photography, but still I came away with some nice shots of what I came to realize is a unique and beautiful city. The old town was charming, with a European flavor and masterful buildings. An old fort overlooked the river, and a parade of military people went by with marching band and rifles. I heard no English spoken.
By the end of my two mile (or so) walk, my hands were freezing. I hoofed it back to the car looking forward to the heated seats, and with no time to spare. Right as I was opening the door, the rain picked up and really came down for a while. What good fortune.
As I’ve traveled, I’ve been noting places that I would come back to and spend a few days or longer, to really get to know it better, and Quebec City is on that list.