Chateau Frontenac from the Governor's Walk. The construction of this hotel was part of the Canadian government's efforts to attract wealthier tourists during the late 19th and early 20th centuries.
Skating rink at Place de Youville, site of my first attempt at ice skating. Only one butt landing, so not a disaster.
The menu at "La carotte joyeuse".
One of several Alexander Calder fire hydrants (well at least his colors).
Graffiti in the New Town. Lots of music stores in the St. Roch quarter. Saw an EB-0 and Fender bass amp, waiting to be played. Also used CD and vinyl shops, which leads one to imagine there are many musicians in town. Saw two fiddle-guitar duos playing traditional music (and classic rock).
Chateau Frontenac at night in the Old Town. This fixture of the historic quarter is probably one of its most recent additions. Quebec City is Old World transplanted to the New World, with stone buildings, wind-y streets, and the scale of the 17th century.
The Governor's Walk, leading to the Plains of Abraham, where the English defeated the French in 1759.
Shadows in the snow.
Winter on the St. Lawrence.
Wrapped up for snow.
La Buche restaurant, Old Town, serving Quebecois food - lots of carbs to survive the winter: cheese, egg, potato, and a banana/nutella crêpe for dessert. Plus these two guys, playing music for us - locals and tourists - American, Canadian, Indian, and lots of Chinese.
Snow town abstraction.
Bulb sculpture in front of the Musée des Beaux Arts du Québec. Love this museum - it is regional without being parochial, showcasing artists whose reputations are not so vast as to make them unapproachable.
Frenglish! Although, this is more likely Chinglish, because the hotel owner was Chinese. Almost a philosophical statement.
Old and new, a Parisian approach to art in the city.
First attempt at ice skating. Ankles wobbly.
The feeling before hitting the ice.
Old World in the New World.
Beautiful, solid, wooden pews in the church.
The stairs leading down to the Basse Ville. Lots of shops, old stone buildings. This is where Samuel de Champlain first set up camp in 1608, at "l'abitation". Waiters and waitresses very friendly, wearing form-fitting costumes to look good and keep the food from clinging as you flit between tables.
Carolers in front of Notre Dame des Victoires.
Mural in the Basse Ville with historical personnages strewn throughout. No Waldo.
Calder hydrant in the Basse Ville.
Paillard's wall imagery. A good place to settle in for a croissant and a cup of tea or coffee for breakfast. A watering hole for everyone, sitting next to each other at the long wooden tables.
In front of the Musée des Beaux Arts, Québec.
In the exhibit of contemporary art, a grounded disco ball that creates an unstable universe in a room.
Wood Mercedes in the showroom.
Watching the wall.
The eye that follows you.
All inclusive bathroom. Baby seems particularly happy about it.
Going into museums, sometimes look out the windows.
More inuit sculpture.
Plastic illumination from the 1970's.
The museum was formerly a prison.
Love Alfred Pellan's creatures.
All ready for the transgendered bathroom.
Musée des Beaux Arts, looking down on the entrance.
Canada, o' Canada. You're looking even more attractive as January 20th, 2017 nears, though you have always been a beacon in terms of natural beauty, less aggressive North American culture, and animation, too, with the Canadian Film Board.
On the road in Vermont, heading back south.
New York City skyline.
New Year's Day stroll. New sushi restaurant coming soon to West South Street, Philadelphia. Back in town. Now it's time to get back to tasks at hand after several months of experiences.