La belle capitale

Oh how we walked and climbed and traversed the wonderful city of Québec, guided by its honorary citizen/fan, Ali, who exuded so much gidyness and energy, it made my own bubbly nature pale in comaprison. I once, too, could walk for hours and hours, but the hills and stairs of hell did quite the number on my calves and ankles (curse you, new shoes!), so its was pretty clear that I am still out of shape.


When we weren't walking, we were either drinking, eating, taking it easy or any combination of the three. And every so often, Môôôssieu Carlôôôô would begin teasing his beloved Ali, turning our moment of relaxation into some kind of mini-wrestling match between the two lovebirds.



We stayed at A la petite Marguerite B&B, recommended by another B&B we went to last year. The owners were very friendly and practically offered their shirt off theirs backs if we needed it. Saturday night, instead of going back into town for dinner, we stayed at the B&B and had some chicken and salads with some wine, and sat by the fire in their backyard. That's chillin', despite the obvious play on words...




It was a perfect weekend, apart from the rain this morning, or as Ali put it "The sky is sad that we are leaving..."