In Quebec City, we stayed in the famous and glorious Chateau Frontenac. Perfect timing as well: inbetween the high tourist seasons, so it was fairly uninhabited, but also wonderfully decked out for the holidays.

The view from our room:

We walked down Rue Saint Louis to the famous Citidel.

For dinner that night, we went to a creperie. Reeve wouldn’t eat anything. Just one refusal after the next. But we had mentioned to the waiter that Reeve adores blueberries. So the waiter took some “bluets” out of the freezer and presented them to Reeve, who then instantaneously decided that he was hungry again. It was disastrously messy, but fun. And the waiter got a big tip for his fast thinking!

The next day we wandered down the narrowest street in North America: Rue du Petite Champlain. Perfectly decorated for the holidays. We saw some murals, lots of historical sights, and a museum that day.

One more family portrait in front of our hotel, the Chateau Frontenac.

The pool was so successful in Montreal, we had to try the one in Quebec City:

A shop owner gave Reeve a balloon to play with.

Reeve found the train ride back to Montreal exhausting, so he took a good long nap before we left for the airport.

And daddy knows how to burn off Reeve’s energy before having to sit on a plane for several hours: he found a cart that Reeve could push around. And around. And around.