This is part four of our road trip adventure. To read about our earlier stops, see Boston, Portland, or New Hampshire.

Okay, I’ve gotta be honest with you guys: when we left New Hampshire for Quebec City, Scott and I had already biked, hiked, sailed, and kayaked on vacation. I was more than ready for a little R&R, and the French did not disappoint.

We stayed at the Maison du Fort, a cozy inn located in the upper part of town, inside the fortress walls. The Maison is run by a wild lady named Marielle, who served us buttery pastries for breakfast and gave us the inside scoop on good events around town.

One of the Marielle’s recommendations was a free Cirque du Soleil show held weekly under the city’s highway overpass. It sounded a little sketchy but we decided to go for it, and I’m so glad we did.

Who doesn’t love fire-wielding she-birds strutting through the crowd?

And silk-wrapping acrobats hanging from the highway? The performances spoke for themselves (and thank God, because they were all in French).

The next day we slept in late, grabbed some coffee and walked around the city. The whole place just oozes French charm, and I couldn’t help but feel transported back to Europe.

We ate crepes and took pictures of fountains…

Then ate croissants, and took pictures of houses…

Then ate eclairs, and took pictures of…doors?

When in Rome…

Eventually we bought a bottle of wine and continued walking around the city, which was a little risky considering my penchant for jaywalking and the number of horse-drawn carriages around. I tried to remember to watch my feet, but with a view like this it was hard to focus.

After finishing our wine we went on a hunt for Chez Victor, which has a reputation as the best burger spot in all of Quebec. The reputation is  wrong–it wasn’t just the best burger in Quebec, it was the best burger anywhere. Scott and I scarfed ours down, stopping in between bites to practice saying “burger” in a French accent. It sounds sort of like “BEAR-gare” and was incredibly funny to us. (Did I mention the wine?)

So a lot of food and a lot of photographs–that pretty much sums up the story of Scott and I in Quebec City, a gorgeous, historical, French Canadian town. Food and photographs. And I wouldn’t change it for a second. xo