Quebec City
We took a tour of the city
And were told of its history.
We wandered in a citadel
And looked out in a battlefield.
We shopped a street of cobble stones.
We felt France in our bones.
We ate a lunch of sandwich and fries,
Chatted and laughed, a joyful surprise.
We discovered a wood carver’s shop,
Amazing carvings that did not stop.
He showed his work bench amidst saw dust.
To see work in progress was a must.
The next adventure was a steep hill.
To ride the toboggan was a thrill.
A long, slow trudge up to the top,
Then lickety-split we came to a stop.
We topped the evening
With a Michelin Star dinner,
A six-course meal,
A real award winner.
We said our good byes.
I saw some tears.
Imagined we’d meet again
Through the years.
We packed up our things
And went to bed that night,
Not knowing what awaited
In the morning light.
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