by Aaron Hughes
(Read Notes from New England v.1 here)
Setting out from the city we drove straight north, across almost the entirety of the eastern edge of New York state, bypassing the Catskills and Adirondacks, headed for the endless green fields, stunning villages and tasty baguettes of the French-Canadian territory of Quebec.
Having been away from any sort of home for well over a month already, we had decided our entire own space was necessary to catch our breath. We were hoping for something in the Northeastern Kingdom of Vermont, however Airbnb had other plans for us when a tastefully converted stone barn built in the 1800’s popped up on the scroll and begged us to come taste its fine delights. So to the mysterious riverside vista of Vieux Beloeil we headed…
Quebec was fresh ground for me and Canada itself a new experience for Shannon. With extended family living in northern Vermont, the cobblestoned, lantern-addled streets of Montreal had always been a dreamy stone’s throw away during visits, however these generally happened in the dead heart of winter, when covering such ground is a loaded (and potentially dangerous) expedition for those of us not born into locations experiencing the true extremes of season.
We had five days to spend exploring these outer surrounds of the city, its beautiful hills and lakes, its chocolate croissants and crepes.