Viva la Quebec

Oooh lala we were loving Quebec City, Canada Day & all. This goat must have been ooh lala-ing throughout Canada Day as well. Cool headband. But not nearly as cool as this dude's hat.


As it turned out, we were in the capital of Quebec on Canada Day (wikipedia it if you're unfamiliar), which we didn't deduce until evening. Canadian flags, parades nor fireworks clued us in. It took a chatty Canadian couple at Dairy Queen to reveal to us the patriotic motivation displayed by Canadians flying flags out their car windows all day! The couple gave us a flag of our own, which we immediately mounted on the car. Viva la Canada, et Viva la Quebec! Here, Drew salutes our flag. He is a Canadian mutt, after all (i know, bravo for the dorky shirt--we had to resort to conference freebies after stinking up all our clothes camping...).



We adored Quebec City. If we could live one place, anywhere in the world (possibly even universe), it just may be there. Snow and all. If you know me well, you'll be surprised to hear I loved it more than Paris. Or Bruges. Or Paris + Bruges, whatever that amounts to. Paruge. Here are a few of our housing choices, nestled within the winding cobblestone streets of the romantic city:


Mollie was quite the Quebec City hit--we counted well over 70 people who snuggled her that morning alone. We were stopped again & again by people of all ages for a Mollie belly rub. I learned a new French word that morning: teddy bear, thanks to our own little teddy bear. Here she is getting a belly rub from a stranger (a woman who speaks no English... belly rubs know no language boundaries).


Thank you, Quebec City, for incredible memories.