Québec City is a place to love in any season
QUÉBEC CITY — Last summer, my husband and I decided to retrace the route we had once taken to the Canadian border. Ten years ago, our son was a young hockey player and we were driving him from our home in New York to a tournament in Québec City. This time there were only two of us in a sedate sedan, rather than three in an SUV stuffed with smelly athletic equipment. The back seat felt empty.
Andrew was 13 when he was chosen as a goalie on one of 108 teams of 13- and 14-year-olds from 12 countries competing in the annual Journoi International de Hockey Pee-Wee de Québec, the world championship of peewee hockey. After driving more than 500 miles, we spotted the distinctive green copper roof of the sprawling Château Frontenac hotel and realized we had reached our destination.
For 52 consecutive years, the peewee tournament has been held at the Colisée
We traveled by car between a series of chilly ice rinks spread across suburbs with names such as Val-Belair and Charlesbourg. Before morning exhibition games, the team stopped at
Back at the hotel, the boys ran off to the nearby bobsled run whenever they could and played pick-up hockey outdoors after dark on the illuminated ice rink beside the hotel. In the meantime, their fatigued parents retreated to the cozy Bar Saint-Laurent & Lounge for beer, wine, and hockey talk.
The most thrilling moments, of course, were watching the team play a single-elimination game in front of more than 27,000 hockey fanatics. The team lost, 3-2, to a home team from Beaubourg. When the boys returned to the ice in a line to shake hands, tears welled up in my eyes.
Andrew, now 23, has graduated from college, and is working as a software engineer and living in Manhattan. He never became a hockey pro (although one boy on his team did). Since he is an only child, the house often feels empty and quiet.
Approaching the imposing Château Frontenac a second time on the narrow Rue Saint Louis evoked a rush of memories. Instead of the ground being blanketed with snow, colorful summer flowers cascaded from window boxes. Taken over by Fairmont in 2006, the hotel once owned by the
With time and summer weather on our side, we walked the cobblestone streets until our soles wore thin and saw Old Québec in a different way. We explored the architectural, historical, and cultural offerings of the only walled city in North America, and walked along paths through the Plains of Abraham, the great lawn of the city as Central Park is to New York. We dined at a mix of trendy cafes and more elegant restaurants.
Behind the hotel, we took the funicular down to the winding streets of the Lower Town and browsed leisurely through art galleries and quirky shops. We stopped at Place Royale to watch historical reenactments. Then we took a ferry across the St. Lawrence to Vieux-Levis, a hilly city on the southern shore.
One evening, we went to the dock near the Old Port Market to see the world’s largest multimedia experience of film and images. Projected on huge grain silos equivalent in size to 25
Our visit coincided with La Fête nationale du Québec, a national holiday celebrating Saint-Jean-Baptiste Day. Thousands of boisterous young people marched through the streets with blue and white flags as they headed to festivities on the Plains of Abraham that culminated in a bonfire and fireworks. For just a moment I wished Andrew and the team were there with us.
On our last evening, we returned to the Bar Saint-Laurent & Lounge. Sipping cocktails and watching the sunset, we felt the joie de vivre of Québec, and fell in love all over again during this different season.
Irene S. Levine can be reached at email@example.com.