Québec City - day four

On Sunday morning I got up before my honey and walked through the sun rising.

You know, the Château Frontenac ...


... is stunning ...


... no matter ...


... which way ...


... you look at it.


SEE?  (Plus, I just really like that squirky little thing over the 'a'.)




Holiday home decorating, Québec style.


Freedom in the Plains of Abraham.

Saint Lawrence in the morning.

This was my favourite tree...


... even before I found out ...


... there is an honest to goodness perma-cannonball curled within its roots.


The wall dividing the Old Quarter from the New.








Somewhere in the middle of all the day Mark and I walked and shopped through the streets together.  And we happened upon carollers!  Carollers!  Just a'singin' in the street!  Pulled from a page out of Dickens!  With Christmas spinning around them.  They were very good.


I was taking photos when this French gentlemen in his chapeau politely interrupted my snaps to hand me the mittens (Madam) I had left behind on a garden wall.  Merci beaucoup!

This is the house that the music for O Canada, our national anthem, was written in.  Mark noticed the quiet plaque otherwise I would've walked right on by.  There was an apartment for sale here, too.  Perhaps the very one the song was written in!

In the evening we had dinner was at Le Champlain in the Château.  This was The Big Dinner of the week.  I really can't, just, it was, wow.  Our table overlooked the beautiful Saint Lawrence. We were fed and treated royally.  The service, amazing.  The food, perfect.  The atmosphere was old and warm, grand and intimate.
Another beautiful day to be grateful for!  (Gleep.  Going through major Château withdrawal here!)