What can I say? On a eu du fun! It was a blast! The weather was perfect, the architecture was amazing, the best music was free, the cheeses were plentiful and delicious, and the people were nice. The city has a very European feel—like France, but without that attitude that English speakers sometimes experience—but with a distinct North American vibe. Still, Marina and I spoke French at every opportunity. I’d go back in a heartbeat. Check out some pix in my Picasa album!
Random pensées:
- You don’t have to ask for fries with that, because ouais, you get frites with everything ... except maybe crêpes. But I couldn't be sure.
- The only poutine I ate was the first night, at Le Cochon Dingue (i.e., The Crazy Pig, not to be confused with La Vache Folle/The Mad Cow), with pulled pork on top. Miam!
- If Quebec City were a perfume (eau de Québec), it would smell like a warm waft of horseshit (from the carriage rides).
- Apparently, en québecois, “kitchenette” means a tower created from a coffee maker, a small microwave, and a dorm-size fridge. (We decided to call it an “-ette.”)
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