There’s a Seinfeld episode where Elaine has an alternate Jerry, Kramer and George. I keep thinking of that because Quebec is like an alternate France. It can be a bit disorienting to walk along cobblestone streets by 300-year old buildings housing boulangeries and creperies, hearing French spoken around me, and remember I’m in North America. It’s French language and foods, but not demeanor. While I am *not* saying the French in France aren’t polite, and in fact are often friendly, especially in the country, the French here have been very helpful, friendly, smiling, even seeming happy to see us. Add to that the novel idea that we *subtract* 20% from the listed price instead of *adding* 30, 40, 50 or 60% (depending on when we were in France) and it’s like a little Alt France.
Quebec is a beautiful city. Here are some of my favorite scenes so far.