Showing posts with label Quebec city. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Quebec city. Show all posts

21 March 2014

A Visit to Quebec City, September, 2013

High on Cap Diamant, Chateau Frontenac looms over the old city.

We arrived in Quebec City at suppertime, a bit late, changed euros for Canadian dollars and grabbed a taxi to take us to Hotel 71, in the lower part of the city. A day later, we learned we were staying on the very site of Benedict Arnold's defeat in the Battle of Quebec in 1775. We could see Chateau Frontenac, looming over Cap Diamant, from our window.

07 March 2014

Fast and Frugal: Sweet Onion Soup

Sweet Onion Soup with White Cipollini Onions

I have a bad case of cabin fever.

As I write this, our weather is going from rain to snow, from 38 degrees to below freezing, and a thin, gritty coat of ice is starting to cover roads and cars. I've got a nagging sinus infection and the weather isn't helping it.

Fortunately, I've got a carton of frozen onion soup, made three months ago and stashed in the freezer so that it would be there to comfort me when I needed it.

I need it now.

05 December 2013

A Visit to the Market in Old Québec City

We marked the start of autumn this year with a short visit to Québec City.

We climbed Cap Diamant, and then rode the funicular a great deal. It is a great deal: For just a few dollars you can save your legs and get a wonderful view of the harbor and the St. Lawrence River. But that's another post.

A highlight of our week was a visit to the Old Port Market in the lower town.


We always book hotels with mini bars so we can have a small refrigerator in our room. This allows us to try local cheese, sausage and other perishable specialties and saves money on meals out.

We always buy apples, or some other fruit, too.


There is obviously a French gene for food presentation. Look at these pretty leeks all in a row!


When I saw these glossy eggplants and peppers, I immediately wanted to make ratatouille.


We walked to the market early in the morning, and were on our way to the upper town by 9:30 a.m. for more sightseeing and fresh air. Thus the market was uncrowded. But a few people had the same idea we did.


There is no better way to shop local than to visit a farm market when you travel.

Since my father's family is from the Québec area, I kept wondering if any of the growers were distant cousins.

I love visiting the countries of my ancestors.

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