Québec City - first eve
fter three flights travelling north to south and then west to east, with the clock working against us and adding hours to an already long day we arrived at Le Château Frontenac around 10 pm. The fact that I'd awoke at 3:30 am that morning to catch the first plane and had been in a sleepy fog all day slipped away when we arrived. It was so big and beautiful and old and Christmasy and lovely without being showy and glamorous. When you're that beautiful you don't have to flaunt it you just are it.
Our room was cozy and well appointed. I loved it immediately.
One of the zillion bannisters to somewhere. With 618 rooms and 18 floors there are steps and stairs a'plenty. We were on the seventh floor.
Ancient reflecting devices on our seventh floor hallway.
Being that we were both sleepy and one of us was Albertan we felt that ordering room service desserts while watching the Oilers game was our best course of action as opposed to mixing and mingling with the Québecy throngs.
Mark ordered crème brûlée. I love the maple leaf shaped wafer - Canadian touch.
I almost always order crème brûlée if it's an option but oh I thought I'd shake it up a little with a hazelnut cake dark chocolate torte thingy. I couldn't manage a good photo but those are figs in the distance. I confess the only fig I'd ever had up until last week was a Newton. Now I can tell you with confidence that figs are homey and sweet and pretty and every bite tasty.
And then to bed. The most comfortable bed ever. The best pillowy happiness ever. I was out like a light. Mind you I was so tired it could have been a rock and I'd have been good. Getting up at 3:30 am will do that to a girl.