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Travels: Quebec City

Quebec City is Canada’s oldest city. Like, ever. European explorer Samuel De Champlain arrived there in 1608 in his attempt to find India. He tried to settle other Europeans four times, but winters in canada are tough, not to mention the Native American Iroquois killed 10% of the country’s new arrivals. Much later, the province was turned into a British colony, during which time the Americans tried to conquer its capital several times and failed. Quebec is also home of the very last castle ever built and bombarded, the first Canadian hospital & the largest screen in the world.
I visited the city with my family this weekend. It’s a four hour trip from Ottawa, so we stopped in Montreal to see my oldest sister’s first and newest apartment. It’s an adorable one and a half place in a neighborhood close to her university and marketplace. She had to sign a couple of papers so she could move in next month. We’re originally from Montreal, so I know the area well enough. There’s a university there that I’m interested in attending and it offers a three year program for a major in filmmaking! Every year, you have to be judged to be allowed to continue in your studies, making it a very competitive school. And though Montreal is a french city, the program is in English, which I am absolutely open to. This is one of my top choices, because I like my creativity to be challenged so I’m sure I’ll be on the right track when it comes to creating films.
When we made it to Quebec City, we installed our trailer in a camping on the Orleans Island, half an hour away. It’s a gorgeous country island with old, adorable cottages, small farmer’s markets and bed& breakfasts, but no grocery store or school. It looks out on the St.Laurence river. We had supper at this restaurant that strictly makes pancake dinners that are absolutely delicious. I had a pizza kind for dinner, and a raspberry-chocolate one for desert. It came with homemade, local maple syrup, which my mom actually drank because the desert pancake we shared was swimming in whipped cream (she’s allergic to cream). Naturally, she was hyperactive all evening. It was frightening o-o.
After supper, we were just in time to watch the finale of fireworks in Quebec, which was on the other side of the St.Laurence.

The next morning we went to the arts museum in Quebec City to catch the american art of the 1850s-1950s exhibit. I have to say, I’m not a fan of the era when it comes to its art, but my mother was like a kid in a candy store. She has a major in history of art, which she studied in university, and she was jumping around excitedly and telling us all she knew about it. We made quick sandwiches for lunch because we had to run to the old part of the city for our tour at 1 o’clock.
We were 9 in our group. A couple from Cogo living in France, and another couple from Marseilles. The tour lasted over two and a half hours, half of which was spent in rain. I wasn’t paying much attention, too busy looking at the old edifices and homes. The most fascinating, I think, was the 400 year old home, and the first university of Canada. I also learned that 80% of the city was either burned to the ground or flooded, so they had to rebuild a lot of its historic places. At one point in history, all of its buildings were painted white, thus being nicknamed The White City. I find the city resembles a more modern kind of Minas Tirith from Lord of the Rings. The roads were twisted on a hill, and there were the Abraham Plains (where the British conquered it) on the lower parts of the city. I don’t know about you, but it doesn’t seem like the best place to live, what with canadian winters and everything. Driving would be extra hard and I imagine people have a hard time going places with ice covering the streets.

part of a 400 year old home, still painted in white. owners of a historic home have this manual thing to take care of it. Also, they’re not allowed to change a thing or fix without permission. It’s a complicated care process.

The last castle ever. With a fireplace.

Oldest university courtyard — and my mum. There’s even a sun dial on the wall with latin and everything. All white.

view from the top of a hill.On the other side is the Orleans Island.

Our supper destination

In the evening after the tour, we had supper at Quebec’s St-hubert restaurant. We were soaked wet from head to toe because the rain had gotten so bad. After that, the rain finally stopped and we went to see the Bodies exhibit. Basically, it’s an exhibit put up by students from a university in china set up to show different parts of the body, various types of cancer and diseases, etc. All demonstrated in glass jars. Yes, they were all real. Not silly little plastic sculptures. They showed full-sized 3d REAL bodies.With muscles, bones, and everything! Now, I was fine through most of the exhibit, but I was suddenly all dizzy in the fetus room, where they showed fetuses that died from different types of maladies. My head was spinning at the first one; its intestines were floating in its jar thing and I ran out immediately. Partly because it was gross, but also because I was seeing how it happened in full details as I read the description. It just made me sick! Plus, the thought that the thing had a mother was horrible! Did they just ask if they could “borrow their dead baby for a museum”?! WTF.
Anyway, luckily for me, I left in time to watch the beginning of the Moulin à Images, which is the largest screen in the world. I had a nice view from the museum and the sound made my body shake! It was amazing, watching Quebec’s history in an abstract point of view on that.

world’s biggest screen showed on these huge pillars and it’s the size of 25 imax screens or something like that. Anyway, I think you can see what I mean by big. XD

the statue situated in front of Quebec’s parliament in honor of their relationship with Native Americans. It kind of reminds me of The Ministry of Magic’s statue.

very old homes

When we came back to our camping ground, I slipped on mud and scratched my knee. Because of my blood disease, my mom sort of freaked out and went all, you know… mom on me because of the blood gushing out. I kept telling her it wasn’t a big deal, but she wasn’t convinced and did her nurse things on my leg. haha.
The next day we left after doing these excursions in the woods above the ground. Despite my klutziness, it was fun. C: I had help from a guy and my parents are aware of my klutziness so they were being extra overprotective >>; One of them behind me, one in front. Just to make sure I didn’t do anything stupid.


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