Why? Well, when you think about it... I live in a 400-year-old fortress perched on a cliff. What's not to love?
|Quebec City from the sky|
Granted, I don't live within the fortifications proper, but I am a big walker, and the hour it takes from my home to the Old City doesn't bother me. Especially when I have a friend to talk to, which is most of the time. I walk there and run my fingers along the ancient walls, marvelling as the brittle stone sometimes falls under them.*
The Old Quebec is full of snaking streets, old fortifications, stairs, canons and plaques with names of noteworthy folks that inhabited the houses. You can almost feel history tapping on your shoulder and smiling.
This post is an hommage of sorts, crammed with pictures. I hope you enjoy them!
|Entering the Old Quebec -- La porte Saint-Louis|
|The old canons in winter|
|Le Petit Champlain, downtown Old Quebec|
|That's the scene. Filmed at Place Royale, not far from the last picture|
What about you, guys? Any quirks about your hometown you particularly love?
*Writing this gave rise to yet another underlaying plot idea. My imagination is now running wild with the possibilities. Head? Meet Desk.