It is a place not to be forgotten or mixed up in the mind with other places, or altered for a moment in the crowd of scenes a traveller can recall.......
Charles Dickens reminds me of City of Quebec in his own way. Yes, he is right. I've never imagined that I could see so many different faces of Quebec in this frozen season.
Wholly different spirit of flow of the Saint Lawrence, astonishingly great Chateau Frontenac Hotel the land mark of the town of the unesco world heritage, and those really petit stuff of petit Champlain... Everything made me feel like I was walking down an alley in Paris under the reign of Louix XIX.
 
The whole Quebec is still moaning under snow, snow, snow. Winter dominates here by taking about three fifths of a year.  Wow! Can you believe that? It's snowing again.

I'm happy to leave here tomorrow, because of this snow, snow, snow. But I can say people here know how to survive this scaring sharp nails of coldness. They even look like they're enjoying winter time.
OK!  Whatever!    It's not my cup of tea though.

I'm not sure that I can keep in tough wit you, but I'll try.

Sorry about bothering your drooly nappy nap time!

Bye\

Ernest