Quebec 6

A special morning. Pulled back the curtain and there it was...a beautiful fresh layer of snow over everything.  This time it is a suburban look.

VERY VERY tentative down the stairs. Cautiously to our bus stop. Perhaps this snow is deeper than Halifax or maybe it is the icy layer of snow underneath it. I was loving my ski pants and fur- lined long boots that I bought with Lorraine in Europe in 1975!!

A different type of bus ride to the old city and a different look on the old city. I was loving it. Chris and Heather were more intent on staying upright. After a time of trudging, we returned to yesterday's booth-style café where the waitress greeted us knowingly!

The main aim of today was perhaps a return trip on the ferry and a visit to the Plains of Abraham Museum to get a definitive idea about this battle that changed the course of Canadian history. Leaving the café we trudged to the Furniculaire in order to descend the cliff and walk to the ferry terminus. Thwarted. The lift was closed as they were apparently trying to clear the snow. There was NO WAY that we were going to descend the snow-covered stairs.   Plan B. Walk along the terrace above the cliffs to watch adults and children having a great time speeding down the toboggan run. A long queue, but by the look on the faces of those that sped down, it was a lot of fun.

We wandered through some streets that we had not discovered before, to wend our way out of the old town and through a "gate" in the wall fortification. We were obviously on a trendy street with bars and restaurants that was being prepared for a New Year's Eve closure. Finally reached the Museum.
Various exhibits and hands-on displays later ( how on earth did the soldiers on both sides fire those very long muskets with accuracy...they are SOOO heavy!) we then sat down to watch a 30+ minute film on the Battle itself.  Both sides lost their leaders and various monuments around town commemorate their valour.

Venturing back into the snow, a decision was made to go to Rue Cartier ( Chapel St) for sustenance. The sky was grey, snow not falling, relatively mild ( perhaps 0 degrees) and so it was a really pleasant stroll. Found a new café ( a providore- type place Anne, on the left-hand side) and a delightful waitress who spoke to me in French and The Girls in English.

Bus stop to our home was just at the end of the street. Another new experience. Peak hour and a crowded bus.
However, a comfortable 20 mins journey, short walk to our home and we are preparing to make tea.

View from my window this morning.

Tentatively down the stairs. Rutts starting a snowman. 

Our street

Bus journey to town

Deliveries being slid to the basement. 

A different Frontenac

looking down on Rue Petit Champlain. Icy St Lawrence in background. 

Squeals of delight and a long queue to participate. 

Uniforms of the combatants. Both of whom died from wounds. 

Preparing for NYE.

Sliding to Grandpa down an ice slide. 

Loving it!

Homeward bound after a late lunch.