We went to a gallery that is owned by the man who donated the 2,600 or so Inuit items to the museum. We were talking to a woman who works there about him, she says he's still collecting and that "he's a dangerous man" that way. It's such a great gallery. The staff knows their stuff, and if you're interested they will tell you as much as you want to know with out pressuring for a purchase. There was a large white marble bear that was just beautiful; but too much money, too much weight. So we got a little marble bear. The woman we were talking to kept him in her office, I don't think she really wanted him to leave.
We walked into Old Quebec on the side streets. The neighborhoods in the area are old and really well preserved.
The Plains of Abraham.
A performance artist on the sidewalk. If you give him money he moves. He had this young woman's hand and would not let go until more money was applied.
Jim in front of a short door.
A hotel near the Citadel.
A Baptist church. It's the first one we have seen in Quebec.
After the Inuit gallery and downtown, we walked back up to Cartier Avenue to the Petit les Halles. Jim decided since we were in the neighborhood more pate might be good. Aren't these lovely? They assemble them there and you take them home and cook them.
Foie gras and duck confit. Yummmmmmmm. Not! For me anyway.
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