In the year of our Lord, 2015 Monsieur Mike Kraus and Mademoiselle Megan Bell celebrated their 5th wedding anniversary with a portrait in front of their fireplace.
Our little room. There is a little balcony too.
The promenade leading to the main plaza
A little bit of Europe in North America.
We walked around at first just to get our bearings straight. Went from one end to the other and found these barracks. A quiet place away from the crush of tourists.
Looking east on Rue Saint Jean. With all the tourist and outdoor seating for restaurants, it was another street closed to cars. It is amazing how pedestrian friendly Quebec is.
Tower of the fortification.
Parc du Bastion-de-la-Reine from La Citadelle de Québec looking toward the city.
Not a bad looking place, eh?
I guess when you found a city, they consider you important enough for multiple statues...
Here's a monument dedicated to my 9th great grandfather, Abraham Martin. There's a huge park named after him where there were large military battles fought. Nice farm Grandpa Abe!
They have lots of statues in Quebec.
Guillaume Coulillard is just a little more distant.
Marie Rollet (https://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Marie_Rollet) would be my 8th grandmother-in-law
The côte de la Montagne heading toward Vieux-Port (Old Port)
côte de la Montagne from the pedestrian bridge above
If you read my Montreal blog post, you may know that one of my great something grandpa's built the steps to Notre Dame. Problem is there were several in Montreal. And here's another in Quebec City. So, I have to photograph them all and figure it out later. (http://notredamedequebec.org/)
Inside Notre Dame
Looking over Rue du Petit Champlain
Looking up Rue Sous le Fort toward Chateau Frontenac
Looks like a good place for dinner.
RABBIT POUTINE! So delicious. But, I have to admit that I've disappointed my father-in-law and was unable to fulfill the commitments of the Clean Plate Club. It's rare for me to lose to a dish. You were an excellent challenger.
So many rabbits...
With a name like Fuck la Mode (http://www.fucklamode.com/), I wouldn't have expected pretty pink dresses and baby blue jackets. But, what do I know about fashion? Although, from what I understand, "fuck" isn't really considered a bad word in Canada. But, don't say "tabernacle" in polite company.
Chateau Frontenac at night.
Coffee and crepes. Good way to start the day at Baguette Et Chocolat.
Roughly translates to "In tribute to score families. Ferland, Gagnon, Maranda, Paquet, Roberge and Vezina who recalled the memory of their ancestors established on ile d'Orleans with the canonical erection of the Parish of St. Peter in the year one thousand six hundred and seventy to nine.
That Roberge was Pierre Roberge dit LaCroix and his wife Francoise (Loignon), my 7th great grandparents along with their 15 kids. Could have filled the church by themselves.
Some of these graves may be family. But they have fallen, worn out, or no longer exist. Guess that's what happens over 240+ years... And, some are buried at other cemeteries as well.
Inside St. Pierre Church.
The alter.
Nice rows of penalty boxes...
The Second St. Pierre Cemetery. I'm not going to bore you with the photos, but I only took photos of possible relatives. In other words, every single stone front and back with names...
Roughly translates to: Tribute to Pierre Paradis cutler & laborer from Monrtagne, France in 1605 and dies at The ile d'Orleans 29 January 1675 ancestor of all Paradis of North America's
Families Paradis 1960
Pierre Paradis monument, my 8th great grandfather.
Best $4 (that's Canadian bucks) tasting ever. There was mustard (in photo), jams, vinegar, oils, and really strong wine. One was called "bye bye" because it was 20% alcohol and puts you to sleep.
View of the Saint Lawrence River
The Roberge monument for Denis and his two brothers named Pierre. I guess their parents weren't too creative with names...
Roberge, ancestral land since 1669 St. Pierrre I'le d'Orleans 1 July 1979
I wonder if there really are still Roberge's in the old farm house.
Hey, there's my wife looking inside the church.
I really like the God sculpture in the clouds.
Saint-François-de-Sales. A nice woman was talking about the church. Between my French and her English, we made absolutely no sense.
New interior of Saint-François-de-Sales. Unfortunately, sometime in 1988 some flew off the road and drove through the church that started a major fire. Nothing but the exterior remained and even that was in rough condition.
Roberge Path.
Looks like a good piece of land. And the house was for sale.
A very, very delicious three cheese pizza with olives. And don't forget a cinnamon roll! So much flavor.
St. Jean's church.
Colorful rocky shore behind St. Jean's Church
St. Jean's cemetery. Hello cousins!
Colorful houses of St. Laurent. Lots of art shops, boutiques, and cafes. I guess I know where I get my use of bright, bold colors from.
St. Laurent Church
Interior of St. Laurent Church
Talk about a dream house. A nice place overlooking the St. Lawrence river, Quebec City off to the right, and an art gallery in the basement. Nice work Louise Lasnier (http://www.galeriepetronille.com/)
Talking about a good excuse to return, the Chocolaterie de L'ile d'Orleans (http://www.chocolaterieorleans.com/en/). Such good chocolate. Just walking in you get high on the strong chocolate aroma.
Back to the city. This time, we went to the St. Roch neighborhood. Looking west on Rue St. Joseph E.
And in St. Roch, you'll find St. Roch Church. It's so large it didn't fit in my camera. There's a good sized plaza for people to gather at in front too. They even had a piano for people to play on. Fun little neighborhood.
L'affaire du Ketchup restaurant. "hmmm... Sounds like something Rachel (our niece) would like." It had great reviews and lots of people suggested it. Looks and sounds like a diner, but it's no diner...
You are looking at the best meal we had in on our whole trip. I had a lamb dish and Megan had the baby goat. I have no idea what they did to the potatoes, but I want to eat them every day. We sat at the bar, which is directly in front of the two cooking stoves. We watched the whole process, were treated like family by the staff, and ate like kings. This place could not be more highly recommended. And we ate really, really good food the whole trip.
If within 100 km of this door, you must stop to eat.
Back in Old Quebec overlooking the pedestrian bridge
Glace du Verger (Iced Apple Wine) in the park to celebrate our Anniversary!
Nice view from the park too.
Musée de la civilisation à Québec (https://www.mcq.org/en) is an interesting place to learn about the areas history. When they started construction of this facility, I guess they found that boat there. Poor architect had to redesign the whole building...
Funny little mural of Quebec City with a bunch of people of note.
Back at Place Royale for the other part of the museum.
Centre d'interprétation de Place-Royale (https://www.mcq.org/en/informations/mpr) has a really fun basement. Doesn't Megan look foxy in a bonnet? I'm like Sargeant Pepper's purposely orphaned kid...
CHURN THAT BUTTER!!!
I do like cheese...
Père Pierre Roberge - a long lost relative?
Megan's too stressed out from simple living...
Or she's too stressed out from her husband getting stuck in a barrel
I like the boat sailing to the alter.
The Parliament Building just outside the fortification wall.
Great middle eastern food on Grande Allée E. Great gyro and swarma. And more really good potatoes. Forgot the name of the restaurant. But, it's in the basement.
Louis Hebert gets an apple orchard in my grandpa Abe's park too. Lucky fella.
Lady posing in front of Joan of Arc.
More colorful homes
More hills and stairs. Why do Megan and I always go on vacations to places that are so hilly. I'd like to announce our next vacation will be to the Bonneville Salt Flats...
One last look at the St. Lawrence on our way home. I'le d'Orlean slightly right of center.
Final shot leaving the underground parking garage.
WHAT A GREAT 5TH ANNIVERSARY!
