Quebec
I’ve said it before, I’m not built for winter. But the air here felt exhilarating, waking me up from months of a half-alive existence. 2025 had been hard. Quebec shook me awake with its sharp January air. Cold cheeks. Cold nose. Cold lips.
Bundled from head to toe, my heated vest was humming beneath my layers. I found the perfect striped hat on our very first day. “Warm ears for your Girlfriend Head.” - Josh
We slid down the slanted streets, the occasional slab of snow crashing to the ground in front of us from the rooftops above. Sometimes I’d say to Josh, “this is fun!”. Moments like that happen often with him - I feel like a little kid and end up saying it a million times.
People watching with a beer in hand, we noticed couples clutching each other for balance, slipping just the same. We got tipy at 5 o’clock one night, convinced it was 9pm, because we’d already done so much in a single day. Oops.
A toddler in a snowsuit danced to music blaring from a nearby speaker. Dogs in boots everywhere you looked.
The jazz bar felt like a scene from a movie. The secret crooked door on the side of a sloper street led us into a crowded place that was warm and alive.
Our guide at the Chateau Frontenac seemed to have stepped out of a history book. At the hotel bar, Josh and I agreed it felt like time had stood still, which is the tagline: where time stands still.”
I drank a much too fancy drink. I wished the day could stretch on forever. And then we talked about trips we haven’t taken yet, about everywhere we might wander, and I felt like I knew we are bound for remarkable places.
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Le Chic Shack
Lapin Saute
Restaurant La Buche
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Cafe Apotek
Le Petit Dep
Faux Mouvement
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The Jazz Bar (Spotted on Rue Saint-Jean
Bar 1608 at Fairmont Le Chateau Frontenac
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Walk Le Petit Champlain
Shop at Creature Atelier
Tour the Citadel
Take the Fairmont Le Chateau Frontenac Tour
Wander without a plan
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Hotel Acadia
