My honeymoon, in pictures

(First Stephen lives blogs it, and now I provide pictures. Is this a case of TMI? Are we carrying blogging too, too far?)

Nah.

So, the pictures:

1.
The Too-Expensive-to-Be-Romantic Horse and Buggies. They look romantic, I know. It’s deceptive.

2.
Rue Champlain. “The oldest commercial street in North America outside of Mexico.”

3.
The Funiculaire: an inclined elevator which, for a mere $1.75, takes you from Lower Town to Old Quebec, and saves you some serious stairs.

4.
Peering down over the edge from Old Quebec to Lower Town, below. That big building on the right? Take a close look. There is not a single real window on what is really a very large brick wall: it’s all one huge mural, from top to bottom and side to side. Around the corner, on that strip down the right side of the photograph? Those windows, the ones half cut off at the edge of the picture? Those ones are real. The rest of it? All a painting, full of figures from history and the present.

5.
One of the gates to the Old City. It’s so fairy-tale, you have to work to remember these were built to keep the bad guys out. For real. (The Bad Guys, in this case, were me. The English.)

6.
The Happy Couple.

And we are. Truly.