Québec...in the rain :(

It is the only Canadian province with a predominantly French-speaking population and the only one whose sole official language is French at the provincial level.

History of Quebec from Wikipedia (trop mal à la tête pour expliquer tout ça- et oui j'ai une angine-)
The name "Quebec", which comes from the Algonquin word kébec meaning "where the river narrows", originally referred to the area around Quebec City where the Saint Lawrence River narrows to a cliff-lined gap. Early variations in the spelling of the name included Québecq (Levasseur, 1601) and Kébec (Lescarbot 1609).[15] French explorer Samuel de Champlain chose the name Québec in 1608 for the colonial outpost he would use as the administrative seat for the French colony of New France.[16]

The Province of Quebec was founded in the Royal Proclamation of 1763 after the Treaty of Paris formally transferred the French colony of Canada[17] to Britain after the Seven Years' War. The proclamation restricted the province to an area along the banks of the Saint Lawrence River. The Quebec Act of 1774 restored the Great Lakes and the Ohio River Valley regions to the province. The Treaty of Versailles, 1783 ceded territories south of the Great Lakes to the United States. After the Constitutional Act of 1791, the territory was divided between Lower Canada (present day Quebec) and Upper Canada (present day Ontario), with each being granted an elected Legislative Assembly. In 1840, these become Canada East and Canada West after the British Parliament unified Upper and Lower Canada into the Province of Canada. This territory was redivided into the Provinces of Quebec and Ontario at Confederation in 1867. Each became one of the first four provinces.

All together in a cannon

The wall who represents the history of Québec. It's the old district of Quebec; just behind there is the Royal Place where a statue of Louis XIV had been put.


Le sirop d'érable. Quand on le met dans de la glace cela devient dur. C'est pour cela qu'il y a de nombreuses friandises à base d'érable.

Les vues du lac de St Lawrence (on dirait franchement la mer)




J'étais en train de dormir dans le bus quand je sens une odeur de pipas...et oui Carlos a tout prévu: il avait ramené des pipas d'Espagne..ahhhh!!!ces espagnols!!! Donc ils étaient les vrais marujas en train de cotillar, et moi au final no me enteré de nada :(