After a very long drive we arrived in Quebec City. I hadn’t been there for over 30 years….Johnny, who is from Europe had never been and I think he was surprised at how old world Europe it was. We stayed in a wonderful little hotel Chateau de tourelles that was once an 8 room B&B, but had grown to 12 rooms which qualified it for hotel status while still retaining the features of a B&B. One has to ring the doorbell to get into the building and moments later a tattooed, pierced fellow named William with a wool cap on greeted us and carried our luggage upstairs where he proceeded to check us in. There is no on-site car parking but William directed us to the hotel parking about 2 or 3 blocks away. Once back to our 3rd floor front of the building room which we reached by ascending wonky and wonderful stairs with oriental style carpeting over old wood we arrived at our room which had 3 big windows that we flung open as soon as we arrived…love my fresh air and light! We hastily unpacked, cleaned up and changed our clothing and headed down St Jean to the gated walls of the old city! We stayed at Chateau de tourelles for 2 nights nights and enjoyed wine from its roof top terrace with commanding view of the city. A yummy breakfast was served daily in the rustic style breakfast room. William`s friend was our server and from Japan so Johnny was able to practise his Japanese with her!
Our two days in Quebec City was comprised mostly of just wandering around but we did do a double decker bus tour to learn the history of the old city from Plains of Abraham to Chateau Frontenac, we try to do these types of tours whenever available in a new city, gets you off on the right foot. Saturday evening we did a ghost tour of the city, it was a chilly night and the tour a bit too at 2 hours and not really as polished as it might have been, it took us from the top down to the lower city and had us creeping through alley ways and encountering the ghosts of historic Quebec City. Overall, a lovely place to visit, lots of great places to eat & drink, shopping galore….but for us, not the type of places we need to go to often. We far prefer the more rural and rustic settings. When in Quebec City I highly recommend your most comfortable walking shoes as you are up and down the hills and through the cobble stone streets always! The very strange photos we take below…not sure they are all that representative of Quebec City 🙂
Honestly, road tripping was a bit of a challenge this time out….for a variety of reasons. #1 it took us twice as long as we had predicted to get to our daily destinations. This due to construction, leg stretching pee breaks, lunch, photo ops…etc etc etc 🙂 #2 I think we are getting old….well I am anyway 🙂 I would have liked to spend at least 2 days everywhere, or only travel for about 2 hours a day in order to enjoy the destination, take photos, relax! This is the first of of our 14 day road trip reports. I was so tired along the way I didn’t even have time to do my blog, so I’m finally starting it on Day 12 of the trip!!
Day 1 we headed of by 9 am destination Quebec City. I hadn’t been to Quebec City since I was in my 20’s (where my first husband broke up with me on the train home while we were dating)….it didn’t last long 🙂 In any case, we took the Quebec route and travelled along Highway 50, a terrific quiet highway. Once we were past Montreal we decided to take Chemin du Roy which is the cultural/heritage route between Montreal and Quebec City. We got on a bit early, in hindsiight we probably would have got on about halfway between the two cities. It does have some quaint villages, amazing architecture with the old french canadian style homes, lovely views of the St Lawrence, a TON of places to stop to stretch your legs, take photos & go to the washroom. It it is however a very slow route going through a myriad of villages. We finally arrived in Quebec around 5:30 pm…a long day…a few photos. There would have been better ones had I not left my camera SD card in my home computer!!! We didn’t start using the Nikon 5500 until Quebec City! I would have stopped to take photos of dozens and dozens of old homes had we had time *sigh* . . . . .