Canada Trip #5 – Streets of Quebec

Our first destination in Canada was Quebec City so we headed directly there after departing Burlington.  We had rented a lovely apartment in the old city, near the port, to be our abode for a few nights.  Except for a bit of a fankle over parking and an exceedingly narrow entry staircase, the accommodation was completely perfect for our needs.  We were within easy walking distance of everything we wanted to do in the city, with all its hustle and bustle, yet our street was calm and quiet in the evenings.  It was also a relaxing place to chill in the evenings and early mornings.


Once we had organized ourselves in the apartment, we headed out for a late afternoon stroll.  My husband and I had stayed in Quebec in 2001 – in the red roofed inn you can see in the background of the photo of Mr Pict – and had absolutely loved our time there.  Our visit back then had coincided with a celebration of Quebec’s colonial history so we had engaged with all sorts of festivities around the old city and, therefore, had not done much in the way of touristy things.  We had, however, come away pretty smitten with Quebec and were hopeful that we were correct and that we would all be just as impressed this time.  We wandered up the Cote de la Montagne with the aim of showing the boys the Chateau Frontenac.





The Chateau Frontenac is a historic railway hotel that dominates the skyline of Quebec’s upper city.  Built in the 1890s, it was designated a National Historic Site in the 1980s, and I read that it is the most photographed hotel in the world.  I am probably responsible for a few hundred of those photographs.  What appeals to me about its architecture is that it makes me think of the wonky castles I have drawn as either fairytale or spooky buildings.  I especially love its asymmetry and its turrets and towers.  The interior is as swish as you might expect, with lots of marble and dark wood and sparkling glass.  I imagine it must be a pretty swanky experience to stay as a guest there.




We walked the kids through the hotel’s ground floor and popped out on the Terrasse Dufferin.  This functions a bit like a wide promenade or a beachless boardwalk and it had a really buzzy atmosphere.  We could take in the view across to Levis, look through glass at some of the archaeological dig sites beneath our feet, and watch some of the street performers.


After walking up to the Parc du Bastion de la Reine to take in the spectacular views over the city, everyone was getting really hungry so we went off in search of a place that sold traditional Quebecois food.  Mr Pict had eaten a meat pie back in 2001, the memory of which has made him drool ever since, so his objective for our evening meal was to find a place selling meat pies.  We found plenty of places selling Quebecois fare but they were either way out of our budget or really not appropriate for dining with children.  Finally we found the perfect place.  The younger kids ordered pizza and pasta, I ordered poutine (I love poutine), and Mr Pict and our oldest son ordered a Quebecois feast.  This started with pea soup and ended with a maple syrup tart and the entree included the very meat pie Mr Pict has been reminiscing about for almost two decades.  Obviously not the exact same meat pie because a) he ate that one and b) that would be gross and fatal, but one that was apparently identical to the fondly remembered pie.  Mission accomplished.


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We strolled back through the streets to head back to our apartment but we stopped off first at the riverfront where there were water features blasting water and venting steam for the boys to play among.  They got absolutely soaking wet but thankfully the apartment was just a very short walk away so they could walk back through the streets barefoot and dripping.











4 thoughts on “Canada Trip #5 – Streets of Quebec

  1. Oh, this one made me jealous. I’ve never been to Canada and I really enjoyed all of your pictures. I did actually eat poutine at a bar last night, but I don’t think that was anywhere close to your experience LOL. The hotel does look amazing. And just seeing that one picture with all of the males really puts into perspective how you are the minority in your family.

    • Even our two cats are male! I’m definitely outnumbered. My whole extended family is very male heavy. How funny that you just had poutine. I’ve had some pretty good poutine in the US.

    • I know! I’m 5’3” and my husband is 5’10” so we didn’t envisage producing tall children. My youngest brother is tall but otherwise we are both from families of short or average people. Recessive genes. I don’t have long before I’ll be the shortest.

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