On Thursday we drove from Grand Falls, NB to Quebec City, as
always across backroads. Vfirst thing in the morning I was curious about why
the “grand” in Grand Falls. Here’s why.
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| Note the rainbow in front of the rock |
Once we crossed into Quebec, both the environment and the
climate changed. Those of you who know it, know that Quebec has its own
culture, not just language but architecture. They build differently here. Also,
if spring was just poking it’s buds out in the Maritimes, here it is in full
riot. Fields of dandelions set off not just the green of the vegetation but
also the gaily painted houses and even, my favorite, the tin roofed and spired
Roman Catholic churches, almost as thick on the ground as dandelions and Tim
Hortons. And it rained. Starting around midday. Honestly, there would have been
many more images but for that.
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| A riot of dandelions |
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| Note not just the church, but the positively exuberant use of color for both homes and businesses |
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| Our last time up here I fell in love with the tinned roof churches and their steeples |
Once we got into Quebec City I remembered, instantly, why we
had come. The centre-ville, the old city, is a magical place. Our hotel, Le
Clarendon, is in the heart of it all and after dinner we walked just a bit.
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| No travel day is complete without one of Sharon's window shots |
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| A room with a view, |
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| Harlequin to greet us |
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| More of the city tomorrow |
More tomorrow.
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