QUEBEC CITY
Ceci n'est pas la France
Daily Mirror & Star
FULL OF FRENCH POLISH
Several times I’d heard it said that Canada’s Quebec City was more French than France. Yet being half-French, I was sceptical. I’d be the judge of that, I smugly thought.
But the smirk was soon wiped off my semi-Gallic mug. The former capital of New France did indeed seem so very French. I wandered the labyrinthine cobblestone streets surrounded by sturdy northern French-style architecture, past restaurants with animated open-air terraces, quaint boutiques, over-enthusiastic street performers, and gaggles of dark-haired folk with expressive faces and gesticulations.
I felt thousands of miles out of place. I felt quite at home.
OTTAWA
Canada's cool capital
Sunday People
OTTA'S GOTTA LOTTA
Strolling past the neo-Gothic spires of Parliament, the familiar chimes of Big Ben punctuated the drizzly afternoon.
Hordes of tourists snapped away at the ornate clock tower overlooking the river. A double-decker drifted by. Bronze statues stood forever frozen in heroic poses.
It was surreal. I could have been in London’s Westminster, yet I was in fact in Ottawa, the capital of Canada.