Québec
Flying from Los Angeles to Québec City in early March is the closest thing how I imagine leaving the planet feels. The lush green fields of California are suddenly replaced by fields of ice and snow. The temperature and the breeze goes from mild and hospitable to frigid and bitter. The modern buildings and mega-highways are supplanted by quaint and curious streets lined with historical buildings. It's a trip.
Oh and did I mention that it was cold? The high one day was 8 degrees and the low was -7. Fahrenheit. I don't want to know the wind chill. Braving the cold for these pictures was a must, since the city has a charm unlike anywhere else in North America.
Don't speak French? That's fine. As long as you enjoy sirop d'erable, braised lapin and conard confit -- you'll find amazing food on every corner. As long as you appreciate beautiful architecture, frozen waterfalls and the cliffs along the Saint Lawrence -- you'll find plenty to gaze at.
