Through a bit of internet searching, we discovered there was a German Christmas market in Quebec City. Pining for a bit of German-flavored nostalgia, as well as wanting to visit the city - one of the oldest cities in North America and a UNESCO heritage sight - our destination was decided.
As the journey was nearly three-hours long, an early start was needed. Poor Albie wondered what an earth was going on, blinking hard as I turned on the lights in his room, but any reservations he had was soon put to rest when I gave him his breakfast earlier than normal. He thoroughly approved of that – it was what he had been asking me to do most mornings, after all! T and I ate breakfast and got ready, all the time one of us on duty to tire out the ball of fluff; one hand on the hairbrush and another on one of Albie’s toys so he would play, a mouthful of toast in-between chasing him around the apartment that kind of thing. Then the tired-out kitten was put back in his room and all his toys were shoved in with him, and we hit the road.
High on sugar, we continued our wandering through the streets in the wet snow until our attention was caught by the window of a sweet shop (to be more precise, it was a bag of Liqourice Allsorts that caught our eye - I am addicted to them). Stepping in through the door it became clear it was far more than just a sweet shop, rather a little Aladdin’s cave, and we could have easily spent so much on vintage style tins and pictures. As it was, came away with a chalkboard, and of course, those Allsorts. We asked if they sold chalk for the board, and the woman behind the counter very apologetically replied they didn’t, but as a way of apology, popped a couple of maple candies in our bag to say sorry!
It was great to get out of Montreal and see some more of Canada. It felt especially good – if not a tad strange – to do this exploring in our own car, (which got us there and back without any problems, thankfully. After all the car palaver we had been through, this was a relief!)
We are still loving the novelty of having time to do recreational things such as this, rather than spending the time having looking for one essential item or another, or needing to registering for this thing or that. Having time that is truly our own, to do exactly what we like rather than need to do, and time to live a little and enjoy being able to stand still and take in our surroundings.