Quebec, Day 1

I spent a day touring Quebec City with daughters number 1, 2 and 4. High school French has come in somewhat handy on several occasions, although my efforts mostly consist of "Merci," "Bonjour," and "Pardon."


The Chateau Frontenac is Quebec City's landmark, overlooking the St. Laurence River. I learned today that the D-Day invasion was planned here in 1944.


An amazing five-story trompe-l'oeil fresco in the lower town of Old Quebec. It includes important people from Quebec history, examples of many building styles, as well as a look at all the seasons. Winter (up on the fifth story) shows newly planted trees that are wrapped to protect them from the low temperatures. A nice detail.


We had to park the car in a funky parking lot the first night. This is the view from where the car was parked. What the heck is that building?


Close up of the graffiti in the stairwell.


And this is the front of building, which was something related to St. Vincent DePaul. Clearly, the intent is to reuse this facade on a new building that would be constructed in the parking lot space.


Oh, the immature jokes made by people who speak English as their first language. (I hear the German word for highway exit is Ausfahrt.)