Day 95 - Quebec est magnifique!

[Lisa Blundell]

Day 95 - Sunday March 14, 2010 (Happy 40th Anniversary Russ and Di)

Voila! Nous ont en Quebec. Il est tres jolie, tres francais and tres chaud! Pas de neige

We are at Mont Tremblant in Quebec. It is divine. Being in Quebec is like being in another country. You totally expect to change your currency at the border. We flew on Porter - that fab little airline we love so much that flies from Toronto Island. That was a hoot for the kids, catching a ferry to the plane.

It is SUCH a shame that stupid Il Nino effect has cocked up our winter big time. It is so warm here. And they're expecting a high of 12 tomorrow so this is undoubtedly our last ski for the season.

Not too hot for a fire in the central plaza though. It's a beautiful village, done in the very french style with lovely sweeping eaves reminiscent of a 17th century foppish lord's powdered wig.

The apartment we have is just divine and the gondola and the kids ski school is a mere spit from the front door. Our hotel is the one behind, below, with the silver dome.

It's so much fun to walk down the street and go past the Boulangerie, the Chacuterie and the Patisserie.

And all the staff and people we meet have the stereotypical French thick accent. It's too fun.

On the drive from the airport we saw many deer by the side of the road. I am expecting venison is big on the menu here. Tonight for dinner I had escargot, much to the children's disgust. They were absolutely delicious. We also had a pitcher of their locally made, very dark beer. It was sensational. Very beer-y. We were feeling most European. And the staff are so great. They let me talk to them in French but answer in English - correctly presuming that I have absolutely no idea what they would say.

The countryside during the drive was just remarkable. Big beautiful frozen lakes, quaint timber cottages perched on the river banks, big tall pine forests intermingle with the bare branches of the deciduous.

I love Quebec, c'est trop francaise!