My Life Adventures, Travel Experiences and Reflections

Wednesday

The Quebec Carnival - Part Deux


We arrived in Montreal on January 24th, 2007.

Enchanted by the cobblestone, gas lantern lit streets and centuries old architecture I could care less about the bone-chilling cold.

Mr. Something? – not so much...

We stayed in the heart of Vieux-Montreal at a lovely little place called Auberge de Passants de San Soucy. Somewhat intimidated about trying to speak lousy French, I was thrilled when the cabbie spoke perfect English. The ‘Auberge’ is a relatively unknown converted stable, circa 1650-ish. No elevators..."all part of the charm", I thought.

As my sweet husband carried our bags up three flights of a narrow, creaking, spiral staircase...

Our room was just what I would have imagined – lace curtains with windows that opened out onto the quaint street below. The character just seeped from the stone walls and I didn’t find it difficult to imagine what Montreal could have been like back in the day.

Mr. Something was less impressed with me opening the windows in –30C. 

That evening my we dress appropriately before heading out on the town. Ski bibs, thermal underwear and neck gators were packed. A little overkill but Mr. Something insisted. I caved - all in the name of "keeping the peace". I'm glad I did.


For the remainder of our trip to Quebec, we may have looked like masked 'Michelin Men' but we wouldn't have had it any other way.

1 comment:

Heather said...

It looks lovely.

Don't you hate it when they are sensible about the weather? I swear I never wore a hat in the Indiana winter until Troy insisted I do so. It really does keep you warmer, but I'm not a fan of the flattened hair look. Ick.

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