JUNE 14-19, 2015


This was my view out the window as we flew early Sunday morning from Pittsburgh to Newark Airport.  It was Melanie's first time to fly on a propeller plane

and my first time in many years.



I always enjoy studying the blue, the shapes, the colors, while flying.



From the Newark terminal we could look across and see the skyline of New York City, with the Empire State Building on the left edge and our first view of

the new Freedom Tower toward the right.



A closer view of the Freedom Tower. I hadn't seen NYC since May of 2006 and everything was just barely begun.



Taking off, heading toward Quebec City, I could see Manhattan well, with the puffy cloud above it.



And Central Park where I'd walked in '06 with Carl and Gena.


More of Manhattan with the edge of Central Park on the left.

Then Long Island Sound with the north shore of Long Island under the narrow line of clouds.

Quebec with the St. Lawrence on the left.

The St. Lawrence with Quebec City just past the bridge.

Coming in for a landing at Quebec City.

I'm going to put this panorama here even though I didn't take it because it puts what's coming up next in good perspective. The golden building in the

center is the Chateau Frontenac and our hotel was just a little to the left of that. You can see the walls of the Old City, making it the only remaining

city with fortified walls in North America north of Mexico.  On the bluff to the left is the citadel, the huge old fort.  Below the Chateau is the oldest part of

the Old City, called the lower city. There is a line of dotted lights coming down the bluff from just right of the Chateau to the lower city.  That's the

funicular, or as we here in Pennsylvania call them, the incline.  Melanie and I rode that down to the lower city our first evening here.  The museum we

went to is beyond the fort, in Battlefields Park, made of the Plains of Abraham, which I always thought sounded splendidly Biblical until I learned they

are named for Abraham Martin, who came into possession of the land in 1635, the same year a batch of my ancestors were landing at Jamestown VA.



Our hotel was the Manoir sur-le-Cap on Avenue Ste. Genevieve.  We had 2 windows on the first floor, both with window boxes and the one on the

right is one of them.  Across the street is the small Jardin des Gouverneurs and on the other side of that is the Chateau Frontenac itself.  Keep in

mind that all streets are much, MUCH steeper than they come out looking in photographs. 



This is the corner of Ste. Genevieve, with our hotel just a couple of doors to the left, and you can see how close the citadel is up the hill.



Our room had the window with the 2 black awnings.  The entrance door is just to their right and had 4 or 5 steps to get up into, which was our first

introduction to travel wheelchair vs. Quebec Province.  Our room, though, was immediately to the left just inside the door.



That's our door, number 1, on the right.  It was a charming old building, built of stone in 1837 to replace an earlier wooden one, and a great location for

seeing things in the Old City.



The top of the Chateau across the park.  You can see what a wonderfully blue sky we had Sunday evening, the 14th, as we set out.



A gentleman reading in the park.  He just sort of appealed to me, his position, what he was doing.




A bit more Frontenac...



I liked the blue against the blue.  Going down the Rue de la Porte, which becomes the Rue Haldimand.



Carriages along the Rue de Haldimand.  They were VERY expensive in Quebec and we didn't ride in one.  The French Consulate is just across

the street to the right where the grass is. 



The flag of the French Consulate, which we passed numbers of times.



Looking down the Rue Saint Louis toward the Frontenac.  In the middle of this block, past the aqua shutters and actually part of the Chateau

was a restaurant with a terrace blocked off from the street, called Le Petit Chateau and we ate there both Sunday and Monday evenings, and

breakfast on Tuesday.  The French Consulate is back from the street on the right where the trees are.



The Chateau from the Rue Saint Louis side.  It is the most photographed hotel in the world.  It opened in 1893, but before the Canadian Pacific

Railroad built it, another building was here that was the residence of the British Governors of lower Canada & Quebec.  My mother and father-

in-law stayed here on their honeymoon.






Looking toward the edge of the bluff.




There were a lot of street performers around the monument and I saw this poor dog ignoring everything and wondered if he were alone or if

he might belong to some of the performers. 



We went around Dufferin Terrace, which runs along the top of the bluff.  It's a wide boardwalk esplanade built in 1838 and we sat on benches, talking

to people or watching performers.  This is the top corner of the funicular and we looked down at the lower city, trying to decide if we should venture

down there.  I'd left my wheelchair back in the hotel as the whole area where we went Sunday evening was way too steep to use it.



View from the Dufferin Terrace looking up the Saint Lawrence.



You had to go down 12 steps to get to the funicular, which is basically a glass box that rides on cables up and down the 210 feet to the lower city.

I took this from inside the box. 



Looking back up the funicular from the bottom.  It was built in 1879.  We used to have a LOT of these in Pittsburgh but are down to two nowadays.



Walking along the Rue du Petit-Champlain in the lower city.  I love how flowers are everywhere in Old Quebec.  There are some in Old Montreal, but

not nearly so many. 



Melanie by the ivied wall.



Lower city



The lower city was in deep shade because the sun was setting behind the Chateau, but this gives some idea of how high the edge of the bluff is.



I still can't believe how much I walked Sunday evening and almost none of it flat.  I had two Ace bandages around my left ankle for support, but it

tends to give out quite quickly.  Melanie simply cannot push me up streets like this, which is steeper than it looks here.



Me photographing Melanie photographing.  We did have some almost flat as we got nearer the river.



Spring was later and the lilacs and poppies and peonies were in full bloom.  These peonies were far enough from the bluff that the sun lit them nicely.



Looking back at the shaded side of the Chateau.



Moat around some of the old walls in the lower city.



You can see the pink peonies in the sunlight almost in the center of this picture.  I wished for better lighting, but you deal with the lighting you

have when you're in a certain place at a certain time.



There were benches here 'n there and I'm sitting on one here, looking at Melanie across the street from a ferry.



This would be so nice in morning light but is such a classic view even with the blue shadows.  When I was 11 and we lived in Boston, we did a

driving trip to Canada, my parents, grandparents, brother and me, and took the ferry across the Saint Lawrence and I remember so clearly this

view as we drew closer to Quebec City.



We walked out to the end of a pier so we could see the river better.




Looking toward the Laurentian Mountains







Heading back to the funicular...puff, puff, puff



And there it is...just up this block and to the side a bit!!!




In the glass box seats like we have in Pittsburgh...



This was my view from my chair at the little table we started to eat at at the Petit Chateau...



...and if I turned just a little to my right, this was my view.  We were down in a courtyard that is part of the Chateau.



But it was windy and very cool as the sun set and so we moved over under the awning on the left, sheltered by a wall.



Melanie at our first table, looking toward Rue Saint Louis.



Back up to the corner where our hotel is just down to the left.  I thought this sign was MOST appropriate to describe my state of being at the moment.

I was definitely at the end of myself.