Quebec city, quebec, canada

From the moment the train conductor shouted at me to disembark the train in French at 5am I was in love with Quebec. Booked into accommodation in the old town, I decided to stretch my legs and hoof it. I can barely describe the exhilaration of braving the unknown so early on a cold November morning, finding myself climbing steps over the city wall and winding my way through the cobbled streets. For someone who has been to Quebec, it is hard to say the word without sighing and wishing you were back walking along the promenade, shading your eyes from the glare off the St Lawrence.