Quebec City Train Station

Bye bye Quebec City

Apparently it was thunderstorming in Quebec city as we left - this beutiful picture from the train. I was actually quite surprised at how well it turned out, very horizontal and conforming to the 3 divisions rule! One of the many joys of the Canon Rebel XSi.I must admit though, most pics in this blog are from my old baby, the Powershot S2. All in Quebec City, for example are the DSLR.

The Château Frontenac in Quebec City

The Château Frontenac in Quebec City, One of Canada's grand railway hotels. Apparently they built these fancy shmancy hotels near Canadian railway stations to lure train travellers - they go from like CAN$300-800 ish per night

Quebec City is the capital of the Quebec province, so there's all these governmental buildings and a sizeable population who live and also go in and out of the city quite a bit.

Walk in Town

Like the Star Tribune said, you can eat all the food Quebec City has to offer without feeling guilty about it, because of all the little hills you'll climb in the city. We walked quite the walk after dinner, my professor took us to show us around - how sweet of him... Man, was I glad I walked after eating like a 7000 calorie meal....

Quebec City is celebrating 400 years this year, see? I wasn't lying just to lure you all...

Snails for Dinner

On the insistance of the Parisian, I ordered snails. Well I didn't mind trying them. The idea was if it wasn't good they'll have them. But they were actually pretty good, sort of like mussels... I ate the whole thing!

Eating Fancy in Quebec City

We went to this fancy shmancy steakhouse, Le Charbon, and ate like pigs - apparently that's the way the French eat, I was told by the two French people in thr group. I have not eaten that much since I was in Sri Lanka and was forced to gobble up food...

The waiter brought in the raw cuts to show and explain before we ordered, and I couldn't help but ask him if the portions were that big, really - "we eat big in France and eat for 5 hours" I was told by the Parisian girl... The Creme Brule was the tastiest I have ever had but the steak, well it was pretty good, but nothing to so die for....

The steakhouse had these lampshades made of cow skin - it was pretty, but I did have mixed feelings about cow every where in the steakhouse...

I sat next to this Parisian girl (she insisted Paris French is one thing, just French is another thing) who was very animated and loud and was hell bent on putting some pounds on me. She said she might have to lend me some pounds and she can afford to do so; I thought 'heck, yes you can'. I want people to talk in French; most people speak English to me, perhaps because my accent or because I speak slowly and they're trying to be polite; so yes I do like it if people speak French and I am forced to learn. But man I haven't been ever so tired to sit next to someone who very animatedly spoke some language that I didn't understand. Even though she wasn't talking to me most of the time, she was sitting next to me...

Morale of the story, don't ever sit next to a Parisian whose mom is Italian..., this from my statistical sample of 1!