01.01.2012 - 01.01.2012 -2 °C
Sunday 1 Jan 2012
No sleep in for us this morning. For one thing our room is right beneath the dining/lounge area of the hotel and we can hear footsteps and furniture movement very clearly (and very early), and for another, someone who shall remain nameless had booked us on a bus tour of the city with a 9.30am pick-up. Robyn was not impressed.
So we were just leaving the room when the phone rang and sure enough it was the call letting us know the bus was waiting. It was actually a coach bus, and the driver did an excellent job of manoeuvring it along the icy narrow streets of the old city. We received a wealth of information – the whole of the walled part of Quebec City is heritage listed and full of important historical buildings and monuments. We went out through Kent Gate, saw the battlefield where the French and English had one of their many encounters (it’s now a large park) and came in through Port St Louis (there are 2 English gates and 2 French gates – very fair), wound around some more before going to the lower part of the city and getting a view looking back towards the old part on the hill. Our final stop was at an old part of the lower town – it is joined to the upper by stairs, or if you are less energetic, a cable car called The Funiculaire. The bus let us off near a bakery (le Petit Cochon Dingue – the little crazy pig) where we bought some luncheon provisions to take back to the hotel.
We spent the afternoon catching up on emails, blog, family contacts and photos before making our way to ‘The most trusted address in old Quebec City’ – la Crémaillére – for dinner. It was a silver service, four course dinner, French style food and décor. I felt very upper class for a couple of hours before returning to my normal persona trudging up the hill afterwards in my less than elegant Ariat boots.