I wasn’t blogging nearly as much last fall, and was putting all my photos on Facebook, so my little trip to Quebec City didn’t get it’s own blog post. This is quite a shame, and I’ve been feeling wanderlust and nostalgic all at the same time, and I think photos just look better on the blog, so here I shall dedicate a post to that trip.
It was a sweet and magical little trip in which I explored Quebec city and a bit of the country side with my friend Rebecca who was living there at the time. We ate croissants and looked at local artists and cried in the cold wind. I stood in awe of everything old and wished occasionally that Calgary wasn’t such a baby, in the realm of architecture at least. The day we visited Vieux-Québec, it was sparkling with sunlit snowflakes and I couldn’t have asked for anything more perfect.