Arrival at Quebec City

Le Château Frontenac
Le Château Frontenac

Quebec City (known locally as just Québec) greeted me with 20MPH+ winds whipping freezing rain into my face as I trundled out the door of the bus station, laden with only my (quite full) backpack. It was so freakin cold. And wet. But I still had to go about 15 minutes walk before arriving at my hostel. Fifteen minutes in freezing wet rain and wind that kept whipping across every exposed part of my body. But I endured. And I’m glad I did, because if I didn’t, then I would have died I guess, and that would suck. Anyway…

Old Quebec City is beautiful {when not raining}. At dusk I made the trek (ok, it was a 5-minutes walk) to the Château Frontenac, a 5-star hotel designed to look like an old historic castle.

Here’s a glimpse of the Château Frontenac:
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And I went there. I went inside. I entered through the Starbucks. Yes, there is a Starbucks at the base of the Château Frontenac. I’ve even heard stories there’s a SBUX at the Great Wall of China. Or is it the Forbidden City? Those guys are everywhere.

Ok, the differences between Québec and Montréal: everyone speaks French here. Note that hotel and restaurant workers in touristy areas always speak some English, no matter where you are. Aside from that, everything is in French.

In Montréal, a common greeting is “Bonjour-Hi”, all run together. Then the person can respond in the language with which he or she is most comfortable.

Not here in Québec. It’s either French or TSL (travellers’ sign language). Which is wonderful if you’re trying to practice French.

The European-style architecture is great in the Old City as well. At dusk, there’s this eerie tranquil mood that sets in (the fog helps). Since Old Quebec is built on a hill overlooking the city, you can… see… the whole city… through the fog… anyway, it’s cool. It’s really cool. You can see snow on the buildings in the distance. This closing really needs some work. Wordsmithing or something.

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