Here we are in the only fortified city north of Mexico City - romantic Quebec City. We walked miles around the Old Town, Plains of Abraham, Chateau Frontenac, quaint buildings, atmospheric churches and ended up at an interesting restaurant. (I even found room to stuff down an ice cream cone at the end.) I think I look like a giant pink ice cream cone ...melting. It is so-o-o hot and humid.
To save my back, I have thrown vanity to the wind and I am using my Nordic walking poles, to navigate these steep roads. I am the only person ever to walk the streets of Quebec with poles. I could very well find myself featured on the National. Someone asked me if I was training for a triathalon. It's sort of humiliating, but I like to keep 'em guessing.
Our B&B has a noisy air conditioner - any port in a storm .
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