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blodeueddThanksgiving should last a whole week. Then I wouldn't have had to get home at 11 last night, and could have stayed in Quebec City longer.
I think that there is an entity somewhere that for some reason didn't want us to eat at St-Hubert, this weekend. When we were looking for one, we either saw none or saw one but had no exit ramp to get to it, and the rest of the time we saw plenty but didn't want to eat there. No matter, we ate at several much better little restaurants. Those fries at Le Bonnet d'ane were divine.
On Friday night, G missed an exit after Montreal and revealed his secret designs: if he wanted to go to Drummondville, all he had to do was say so! And on the way back, we took a scenic *cough* detour through Montreal with no map and without getting lost (still no St-Hubert) so that took longer than planned which is why we got back so late.
We had glorious weather on Saturday, and did the Old City-Citadel-Plains of Abraham-rue Cartier-rue St-Jean circuit, back to our charming little hotel on rue Ste-Anne. So charming, in fact, that they had umbrellas by the door for guests who, like us, had forgotten their own, and really needed one for Sunday's downpour. We spent the day indoors, shopping at Place Ste-Foy and Place Laurier. It pains me greatly to report that for the first time, Archambault did not receive any of my hard-earned cash; they didn't even have a single volume of Basara, much less #7! Neither did Renaud-Bray, so I had to settle for Fruits Basket (and Marmalade Boy for A-L!).
Yesterday, taken by a sudden flash of religious fervour, we drove out to Ste-Anne-de-Beaupré, which I'm pleased to report is quite pretty, mostly thanks to the tasteful colour scheme and the lovely stained glass windows. The building itself is huge, but I didn't find the facade particularly inspiring, but that may have been because the autumn leaves were much more beautiful than a heap of stones could ever be. L'Ile d'Orleans was also very nice, and we poked around the cemetery in St-Jean for a while, trying to find my dead relatives and laughing at the names on the stones. There are an awful lot of Gerards buried there...
[The lack of accents here is no fault of mine, this computer is being difficult.]
I think that there is an entity somewhere that for some reason didn't want us to eat at St-Hubert, this weekend. When we were looking for one, we either saw none or saw one but had no exit ramp to get to it, and the rest of the time we saw plenty but didn't want to eat there. No matter, we ate at several much better little restaurants. Those fries at Le Bonnet d'ane were divine.
On Friday night, G missed an exit after Montreal and revealed his secret designs: if he wanted to go to Drummondville, all he had to do was say so! And on the way back, we took a scenic *cough* detour through Montreal with no map and without getting lost (still no St-Hubert) so that took longer than planned which is why we got back so late.
We had glorious weather on Saturday, and did the Old City-Citadel-Plains of Abraham-rue Cartier-rue St-Jean circuit, back to our charming little hotel on rue Ste-Anne. So charming, in fact, that they had umbrellas by the door for guests who, like us, had forgotten their own, and really needed one for Sunday's downpour. We spent the day indoors, shopping at Place Ste-Foy and Place Laurier. It pains me greatly to report that for the first time, Archambault did not receive any of my hard-earned cash; they didn't even have a single volume of Basara, much less #7! Neither did Renaud-Bray, so I had to settle for Fruits Basket (and Marmalade Boy for A-L!).
Yesterday, taken by a sudden flash of religious fervour, we drove out to Ste-Anne-de-Beaupré, which I'm pleased to report is quite pretty, mostly thanks to the tasteful colour scheme and the lovely stained glass windows. The building itself is huge, but I didn't find the facade particularly inspiring, but that may have been because the autumn leaves were much more beautiful than a heap of stones could ever be. L'Ile d'Orleans was also very nice, and we poked around the cemetery in St-Jean for a while, trying to find my dead relatives and laughing at the names on the stones. There are an awful lot of Gerards buried there...
[The lack of accents here is no fault of mine, this computer is being difficult.]
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Une trés belle fin de semaine =)
Date: 2002-10-15 12:10 pm (UTC)On commença tard, le soir,
pour aller à une belle ville,
au coeur de la nouvelle France.
On n'avait rien que la lune pour nous guider
ver l'est, pour la vue, l'histoire, et la culture...
Vers la capitale nationale?
Je pense que non,
mais cela diminuait pas la beauté du tout,
ni l'anticipation, ni l'excitation.
La première journée nous montra beaucoup.
Les petites ruelles nous ont-elles fait signe d'y venir
pour les explorer... pour les connaître.
Le mur qui entourait l'objet de nos explorations
solide, dure, fiable...
La petite tour, bien arrondie,
une rondelette qui cachait sa vraie puissance.
Le champ de bataille sanglant,
où une armée fit son baroud d'honneur.
La deuxiéme journée nous présenta les divertissements vestimentaires,
la découverte d'un désir...
l'attirance des beaux vêtements
on s'est vêti, pour se divertir.
Le renouvellement des liens de famille,
qui allait bien avec les plaisirs alimentaires
et un coup de grâce, donné par le nectar des dieux
La troisieme journée nous apporta d'autres plaisirs.
La juxtaposition de la majesté de la nature,
pleine de belle couleurs naturelles,
le jaune vif, l'orange-citrouille, le rouge brûlant...
contre la maçonnerie humaine,
grise, froide, rigide.
En explorant la terre de nos aïeux
on s'est lancé dans une aventure historique, et parfois hystérique.
Au bord de l'eau, le fleuve nous distrairait,
tandis que le repas nous a satisfait...
Je ne passai que trois jours au Paradis avec toi,
mais les souvenirs me resteront à tout jamais...
Merci beaucoup de tout mon coeur, ma belle,
c'était le meilleur cadeau,
que j'ai jamais reçu.
Ton G.
Re: Une trés belle fin de semaine =)
-oy-
...
*bashy disaproves*
Re: -oy-
Date: 2002-10-16 04:48 am (UTC)Re: -oy-
...
*bashy disapproves long feely poems*
Re: -oy-
Date: 2002-10-16 01:10 pm (UTC)no subject
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*sweatdrop*
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Date: 2002-10-16 01:07 pm (UTC)no subject
no subject
Date: 2002-10-19 11:40 pm (UTC)anyway i did check the webster's because a guy used "retcon" in an article - but it's not there for some reason...
Re:
Date: 2002-10-20 07:30 am (UTC)It's not an actual word, at least as far as I know it's not official.
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Date: 2002-10-20 07:29 am (UTC)