Source : Phil Marty, Chicago Tribune, le 16 octobre 2012
QUEBEC CITY — It probably shouldn’t come as any surprise that a town that’s been around more than 400 years would claim beaucoup historical bragging rights.
« That’s the Ursuline Convent, » says our guide, Sharon Frenette. « It’s the oldest girls school still in operation in North America. »
Later, « There’s the Hotel-Dieu de Quebec, it’s the oldest hospital in North America. »
Still later, « Here’s J.A. Moisan, it’s the oldest grocery store in North America. »
Then there are the city walls. Started by the French in 1745, finished by the British, they average 40 feet high and 20 feet thick. And they’re the only remaining fortified city walls in the Americas north of Mexico.
But, truth be told, you don’t come to Quebec City for oldest. You come for Frenchest:
Stroll the cobblestone streets, and nearly every conversation you hear is en francais. After all, 95 percent of the more than 600,000 people living here speak French.
Wander the Old Town (Vieux-Quebec) passing sidewalk cafe after sidewalk cafe until you find just the right one where you and your amour can sit side by side, sipping your wine and watching the parade pass by.
Climb the Escalier — literally « neck breaking » — steps from the Lower Town to Vieux-Quebec and you’re reminded of the climb from the bowels of the Metro.
Mon Dieu! I think I’m in Paris!
Which just goes to show, you don’t have to fly eight hours to get your Gallic fix.
Quebec City (that’s kwe-BEK to you Anglophiles, ke-BEK to you Francophiles) was founded in 1608 by Samuel de Champlain and was at one time the capital of New France. That all changed during what we call the French and Indian War, when British troops won the Battle of the Plains of Abraham, just outside the city walls, and captured the city. That was in 1759, and by 1763 France had ceded New France to the British.
But while much of Canada today has a decidedly British influence, Quebec, both the city and province, has tenaciously held to its French roots. That heritage is graphically on display in Place-Royale, in the Lower Town, where a five-story mural attracts visitors who snap photos of each other standing next to images of the who’s who of the city who decorate a streetscape also occupied by the likes of Mark Twain and ordinary, modern-day folks.
« We have 16 important people in our history, so you can stand in front of this mural and have a history of Quebec, » Frenette says. « Champlain in the front and Frontenac, the greatest of the French governors. »
Frontenac, the famous playboy who had been sent to New France to be governor after getting the daughter of a very important Frenchman in trouble, lends his name to the city’s most famous landmark, the Fairmont Le Chateau Frontenac. The huge, castlelike hotel, which opened in 1893, dominates the Old Town with its commanding view of the St. Lawrence River.
Stroll across Rue Saint-Louis from the Frontenac and you’re in Place d’Armes, a park area where you’re likely to find street performers surrounded by a crowd. These artists have to be licensed after auditioning at City Hall, Frenette told us, and only 80 permits are issued.
Next to Place d’Armes, Rue Sainte-Anne is filled with sidewalk cafes doing a brisk business in the warm sun, and a block down are the stalls of artists, offering their paintings and sketches and reminiscent of similar scenes in the Montmartre section of Paris.
Quebec City invites walking, whether exploring inside the walls or outside (you can walk on top of those walls too). On Rue Saint-Jean, outside the walls, is J.A. Moisan, that old grocery store, founded in 1871, that overflows with exotic mustards and olive oils, balsamic vinegars and smoked meats, foie gras and baguettes, of course.
Across the street is a relative upstart, Erico, which has been creating another French staple, fine chocolates, since 1988. There are the usual delectables, such as truffles and caramels, and the more exotic, such as goat cheese and pear in white chocolate. Oh, and then there’s the Chocolate Museum, full of antique molds, chocolate pots, books, old advertising materials and more.
Back inside the walls you descend to the Lower Town (again outside the walls) via those challenging stairs or, if you’re not up to that, the funicular.
Merci à la vigilance de M. Jacques Martin qui m’a signalé cet article.
