It was late March and spring-breakers were heading from northern climes to the beaches of the Florida coast, ostensibly, to escape the winter doldrums. Not Stacy Lyn. Springtime in Louisiana approaches too quickly – a presage of the inferno that occurs for about six months out of the year. And Stacy Lyn has a winter soul.
What to do, what to do?
Well, head north, of course. That’s what Stacy Lyn did when she packed us (her Traveling Socks), filed into a tin can, and flew to Quebec City.
Yes, in late March, there was still snow on the ground in this unique – yet vaguely familiar – fortified city. Why familiar, you ask, as Stacy Lyn had never been there before? Quebec City has a very French feel to it. Yes, of course, they speak French there, and settlers of yore were of French extraction. But it’s more than that. The city looked French (unlike Montreal) with its stone buildings, uniquely decorated shop fronts, and narrow cobblestone streets. It sounded French as well, and reminded her, too, of her home state – very French as well, at least in the southern part of Louisiana. The music, dancing, food, and festivities at La Cabane à Sucre were reminiscent of the fais-do-dos of Acadiana. The crowded Petit Quartier Champlain reminded her so much of the old neighborhood of the Vieux Carré (French Quarter) of New Orleans where she, her sisters, and their mother lived for a while when Stacy Lyn was young.
An interesting fact that Stacy Lyn learned when she asked the tour guide about crime – pickpockets and the like, you know, the kind of thing one must worry about when traipsing around Europe and the United States – was that there is virtually no crime in Quebec City. No pickpockets!? No. What about violent crimes – should she stay away from certain districts after dark? No, none of that either. People are very civil to one other in Quebec City. Imagine that! It made discovering the city’s charm even more inviting, like the night she played in the snow in Parc Jeanne d’Arc after an evening at Le Ciel, the four-star revolving restaurant in the sky. This was her favorite evening – not really following a schedule, letting the city tell her where to go. A fleeting moment of joy occurred, and in the most unlikely of places. Isn’t that what true joy is – a moment that just happens and is not planned?
As she headed back to her Upper-Town hotel after an enchanting night, the worst sight she encountered was a young man getting (literally) thrown out of a night club by the police. He must have been acting very uncivil.
Stacy Lyn had not nearly enough time in this hypnotic city. She has been charmed, bewitched, and bitten (and not just by a black bear). She must return one day. And Stacy Lyn rarely likes to visit the same place twice.
So glad that you had a great time in our little Quebec city. I was there a very long time ago. The old city was wonderful then and is probably still today. Now you need to travel to Les Isles de la Madeleine.
Yes, Bonnie, it’s still wonderful. And I’d be happy to travel to Les Isles…on the list!
Beautiful. I visited once in the early 80’s and was amazed at how “European” it felt there. And no one spoke a word of English!
They still don’t….mostly. ♡
Curt Mekemson said:
Looks like you were having a lot of fun, Stacy Lyn, especially with the bear. Was he smelling your feet? –Curt
No, Curt….he was mauling my feet. Guess that’s what stuffed bears outside store windows do! ❤
Curt Mekemson said:
Got to watch those stuffed bears. I know what you are talking about, Stacy. Peggy and I traveling with a stuffed jackass, Eeyore. He’s always getting into mischief. 🙂 –Curt
Mariette's Back to Basics said:
What a bubbly post this is and I’m delighted for you!
How much I do love Québec City but I’d rather not visit it with the snow still on the ground.
That last picture is hilarious.
Okay, not much time as I’m trying to attempt my last batch of photo album scanning and I got ⅔ done! Feeling proud.
Well, that’s amazing, Mariette. I need to do the same thing….one day! 《3