Saturday morning we roamed the streets of old Quebec. We walked through malls, cathedrals, and alleyways. My planning couldn’t have been poorer as the two main attractions I wanted to see were closed for a wedding and a strike. Nice.
But we found our way and got a taste of the city. Below, Jacob is looking at some odd holographs about the city and its founder.
Of course along with the food and the museums and the religion one needs to take in the art.
Quebec graffiti and public “art” tended to make us either hungry or sick to our stomachs. This image portrays the first feeling. The odd horse corpse out of paper mache hanging above a door to the theater on the other hand made me a bit queezy. Turtles, however, always make me happy. Like this one:
We found out in the middle of our trip that one of our desinations, though not closed for weddings or strikes had shut its doors for a bit of cleaning. Sheesh. But we still rolled out to the industrial area of town for a quick peak at one of my favorite places on earth: the Temple.
On our way back we enjoyed the kiddy museum about the environment that is housed in a pretty fancy dome. The structure was built for the world’s fair in the 60’s. After a fire and abandonment the place was revitalized to be a neat museum with a cool view of Montreal.
We were also very very grateful we didn’t have to fill up in Canada:
That’s per liter people!! You know, the typical $4 a gallon story >.< I think my favorite sighting that was completely unexpected was KFC. That may sound silly but I am easily amused by the french version: PFK. I just found it so funny. So here is Jacob and I recording for posterity the amusement of translation.
And for the grand finale: Have you ever seen a Walmart lot this empty? Ever?
Apparently our neighbors to the north have a law demanding stores close at 5 pm on the weekends. We missed the memo and also, thereby, missed out on restocking our supply of mint aerobars. Such is life. But really Walmart? 5 pm? You let us down. Hah.
We returned to our homeland early the next afternoon. Although we were almost arrested for having brought a banana from our hotel. And by almost arrested I mean the man at customs got out his handcuffs so we all could have a good laugh when we admitted our grievous crime. It was a long drive home, one that I think we are still recovering from, but explorers we are and Canada is officially checked off my to-do list.