“Quebec is the most beautiful city in North America I’ve seen.” – Sebastian Bach
Leaving aside that Sebastian has quite clearly never been to Puebla, Mexico, I am inclined to agree with him. Quebec, indeed, is a most fanciful city, romantically trapped in an era long gone and full of Old World charm. I first visited it on a day trip from Montreal with my dad fifteen years ago. Dare I steal Quebec’s honored motto of “Je me souviens” as the title of this article? In fact, I remember it quite well. There was the gorgeous city wall that ringed the old city, the same ones that prompted Charles Dickens to name it the Gibraltar of the Americas. The streets were lined with homes from a time past, centuries ago when French colonists recreated the fine, cobble-stoned streets of Paris in Nouveau France.