On the last day of our Canadian adventure, the weather was sparkling and sunny again. Andrew came up with the great idea to do a little field trip to Montmorency Falls, located about eight miles from Quebec City. Their claim to fame is being 100 feet taller than Niagara Falls but don’t go expecting anything close to this. We were content just to enjoy the scenery and fresh air.

We took the cable car from the visitor center to the falls and surrounding park. A rainbow greeted us.

You could also climb 500 stairs to get to the top (seen on the right side of this photo against a hill that looks like elephant hide).

View from the path leading up to the suspension bridge. The falls are at the mouth of the Montmorency River where it drops over the cliff into the St. Lawrence River.

Crossing the bridge.

On one side of the bridge, the calm Montmorency River above the falls.

On the other side, the basin which leads to the St. Lawrence River.

These red leaves looked like an abstract Canadian maple leaf.

On one of the observation decks.

Like a ’70s album cover.

Heading back towards the bridge.

We got drinks and sugar pie (basically like a pecan pie without the pecans) at the restaurant on the park grounds. I then totally mismanaged the time, forgetting about the cable car ride down the mountain to the parking area. Yup, we missed the bus back into the city. (The driver must have been a big fan of this article.) As we waited for a cab, we hung out with some nice folks from Cincinnati who were also left stranded. We took it in stride.

For our last meal in Quebec City, we really had no idea where to eat dinner. We wandered to the Upper Town and found a bistro on Rue St. Jean. Andrew had a rich cassoulet, and I had a yummy bouillabaisse. The restaurant happened to be going out of business so all non-beverage menu items were 30% off. Sounds like a setup for an SNL skit, right? Don’t worry, our food was fresh—although for all we know, the cassoulet was two weeks old to let the flavors marry. Yikes.

I liked the “Artisans” sign and the Frontenac in the background.

Lasting final image: a centuries-old building illuminated in a pastel rainbow of colors.

Québec City, you were like a surreal dream of a village. Au revoir!

Some parting thoughts:

  • I’m considering buying a Nespresso machine. We had one in our hotel room at the Auberge Saint-Antoine. The coffee tasted pretty good, and it was super convenient first thing in the morning.
  • I could kick myself for not stopping by the La Canadienne boutiques in Montreal and Quebec City. I just discovered their wedge booties (which, btw, are shoes, not panties). And dang, I should have checked out Canada Goose too.
  • My Nike Fuelband basically died as soon as we flew into Canadian airspace. Although we stayed in the same time zone and it was fully charged, my Fuelband showed an error message that it needed to sync to my computer. Good grief. I had packed the charger but intentionally left my laptop at home. Total bummer that I couldn’t log Fuel points for the entire trip. Once we returned home, it started working fine. Go figure.

All posts in this series:

Bonjour Montreal!

Montreal: Day Two in Downtown

Montreal: The Plateau and Botanical Garden

Farewell Montreal, Hello Quebec City!

Quebec City in One Day