stories, stories. one of my evenings in quebec city, i went to have dinner in a small morrocan restaurant called "un the au sahara". so very weather-appropriate! i knew the sweet mint tea would be perfect for a warm-up, and so it was.
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| i know it's too obvious, but man i still think it's funny. "never forget what you are. the rest of the world will not. make it your strength. then it can never be your weakness. wear it like armor, and it will never be used to hurt you." |
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vive l'hiver!
(guide in museum: "the city of quebec is naturally defended by cliffs, by the 2 rivers....and by winter!"
american tourist: "no kidding!")
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| some people's obsessions never take holidays |
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| this is the guy who wanted to talk to the English through the mouth of his cannons. |
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| lower town has the best shop names |
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| though, nym gelato? really? i thought maybe nym tacos or smth. val gelato! danaerys grill....a bit of brainstorming and we might be up to something here. lemoncakes? weasel soup? |
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| favourite window from the poor notre-dame |
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| i always translate "terroir" funny and then i laugh at myself |
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| is this a deer-type or a dragon-type beast? it does look scaly to me... |
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| i'm cautiously ok with being observed by nelligan. |
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| in front of the ursuline convent. (btw, just try to picture the kind ursuline nuns knitting underwear for the (scot) highlander soldiers during winters like this winter! i think this is how canada was born.) |
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| beaux arts museum, on ground floor, round 3 pm, dec.29th 2013 |
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| i hear this wolfe was a pretty cool dude |
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| my favourite-looking church in quebec |
i'm suddenly very non-verbose about my trip. i think most of the good stuff got told / spilled on the way. i had a bunch of anecdotes about guided tours in museums (how i wish i could have taken both the french AND the english language ones at the same place, and then written a comparative analysis re: tone/attitude/story. on one tour i was the odd person out alongside a group of french from france, and i did feel like chiming in with "i'm sorry, i'm american, why do you feel you have to insult my country?" in the middle of the presentation. i do have knee-jerk feels like that. )
i sort of do have knee-jerk feels at people trying to accomodate me by speaking english, too. for god's sake, i am trying to use your language which you said you would like me to try to use, people! it's harder to get by in english on jarry street in montreal than in the downtown of quebec city, which city is supposed to be the heart of north-american francophony or whatever. tourism is...ugh. on the other hand, i didn't notice myself going out of my way to see anything other than the downtown, so alright.
person from montreal: so, how was quebec city?
carmen: i don't know, haven't seen anything, it was all covered in snow.
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