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Brandon P Jolicoeur, Lévis, QC (2026)

01/25/2021

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10/20/2020

Quebec Pt8
In Canada, I would meet people mostly by chance and happenstance or through mutual friends, through my cousins, and the occasional “Insert Popular App Here” meet-up, we would all go to the festival, watch the fireworks on the river, go out to the clubs and bars, wander the streets late into the night, laughing, joking, always having the time of our lives. They exposed me to different foods, cultures, ways of living, ideologies, and allowed me to form my own ideas on how we should be living in this human condition. This in particular helped to break the mold I was formed in and break me out of my shell. Still somewhat of a reserved introvert, but in an extroverted way. I would wander the streets all day and all night. Quebec is most beautiful at night, and my favorite photo I’ve taken of Quebec is of the city at night, lit up and still looking as glorious as I imagine it had with the advent of electricity. I have wandered Old Quebec so much at this point, I could probably go with you today and not get lost. I could probably even talk with someone on the phone if they were lost and lead them to where they needed to go. It is for this reason that I have stopped going. Though I will occasionally go to see family, it was time to go other places, experience other cultures and meet and learn about other people. One of my favorite things to do is get lost in a place, wander around, and to find my way through a city. I found that it’s when I’m lost and going with the flow of things, that I have wandered into one of the best experiences of my life. I hold to the idea that those who wander are not always lost, but when you are lost, sometimes you need to wander to be found, because its only when you are lost that you wind up finding yourself.

10/17/2020

Quebec Travel Stories Pt7

When by myself, I would take the ferry over to the Quebec City side and spend all day wandering around the old city, strolling through the fortified city walls, looking at the cannons, the hundreds of years old battlements, and the old architecture, wandering into shops and museums, and of course the Chateau Frontenac, the large fort/castle remodeled and turned into a hotel that is the jewel and most iconic landmark of the city. There is a small art gallery in the base of the Chateau that I would go in all the time to look at the art work. Once I was almost tempted to spend all the money I had to my name to buy a sketch by Picasso of the famous Guernica painting, it was stunning, and who wouldn’t want it. I typically always went in June/July for the festival, and would spend all day in the city and then at night I would go to concerts that were spread around the whole city, sometimes by myself, sometimes with cousins or other family members. Trust me, if ever there is a concert festival you want to go to, go to the summer festival in Quebec, it’s one of the best in my slightly biased opinion.
It is easy to fall in love with Quebec City, even more, it is easy to fall in love in Quebec. Paris is the city of love, Venice is the City of Romance, but Quebec is the city for falling in love. In fact Quebec is in the top 10 most Romantic Cities in the world and it is easy to understand why once you’ve gone there.

10/14/2020

Quebec Travel Stories Pt 6

One of the first “adventures” in Quebec I can remember was a family hike to see a waterfall. Mystified by terrain that wasn’t flat, swamp, and marshland, and actually being able to see hills, cliffs, mountains and water that not only flowed through rivers but also fell off cliffs, every step I took was a new experience. On the hike we crossed a suspension bridge that swayed with every step, suspended over a gorge the heart of the woods. In the distance sat a perfectly framed by nature and seemingly untouched waterfall in sublime beauty. We stayed for a long time it seemed before moving along on the hike, seeing chipmunks running around, and whatever else we could find. As we headed back, we crossed the bridge once more but this time, I could hear my brother’s shouting ahead, “Come quick there’s a beaver!” The entire family took off across the bridge, which I imagine must have resembled Galloping Gertie in our wake, to get a glimpse of this creature we had never seen before. Needless to say, I was a bit disappointed to find my brother and my cousin Meagan sitting at the top of the bridge laughing, with me asking where the beaver was. I managed to play along until the rest of the family made it, but…I think I would rather see the beaver. Unfortunately I no longer have photos of this waterfall due to a camera being stolen and the photos I did have getting ruined by Hurricane Katrina, but here’s a nice photo of THE Montmorency Falls.

10/12/2020

Quebec Travel Stories Pt 5 -
By far my most favorite parts of being in Quebec were the adventures I would have. Sometimes my grandparents would bring me to the mall that had an ice rink and a roller coaster in it, or we would go drive around Ille d’Orleans, which was an island in the middle of the St. Lawrence River, or hike up the huge Chute-Montmorency (waterfall). As I got older I started driving to these places on my own or with special friends I met along the way, but even at an early age I would get dropped off at the Levis-Quebec Ferry in the morning and told to call when I want to be picked up or told to meet back at the ferry for a certain time. This sense of freedom and independence I believe led to my pursuit of solo travel and the desire to go out and experience all the different things in life.

Occasionally my Grandparents would go with me when I was younger and we would stay mainly in the bottom and go around the shops there before heading to the top either by hiking up the mountain of stairs, or taking the easy way in the funicular. These shops had everything from fossils to Russian nesting dolls, they even had First Nations stores with authentic pipes, moccasins and other items. But of course, my favorite, the pièce de résistance were the candy and ice cream shops, with chocolate truffles, maple syrup candies, maple ice cream, and the best was when you see people on the street boiling the maple syrup, then they spread it on shaved ice to harden the maple caramel and roll it onto a stick to make a sort-of maple syrup lollipop. There’s something about it that you just can’t beat!

When traveling up the funicular though you can see the whole of Levis on the other side the River, as well as all of lower Quebec. The view no matter where you are in the city, is always as if looking at a postcard.

10/11/2020

Travel Stories pt 4 - Over the many childhood summers I spent in Canada, every day I would make my rounds. I would walk a few blocks to the ice cream shop and get an ice cream, then walk back and go see everyone. Though there was a bit of a language barrier, most of them spoke enough English to help me…I am glad I got to meet most of them. I spent a lot of time with Aunt Rita watching and feeding the birds, cutting rhubarb from the garden, and every now and then helping out with chores around the house. I didn’t know it at first, but after some time I realized she had cancer. Over the years, I kept going with my grandparents, and every summer, I’d go watch the little yellow birds with her until she passed in 2005.
I also spent a lot of time with my Aunt Carmen who taught me how to make bread using my Great Grandmother’s recipe, she also taught me how to sew with an old Singer Sewing Machine. The first time we made bread we used expired flour, and expired yeast, quite frankly I’m surprised it rose at all, but we made due, and sure enough…it turned out terrible and hard as a rock, my Aunt assured me that this was nothing like her mother’s bread. And I have been reassured over and over again that Grandma Jolicoeur’s bread was The Best Bread, but we had fun doing it and I think we both really enjoyed each other’s company. Those recipes are somewhere over there still with Uncle Louis I imagine, he and Aunt Carmen lived in the old-old house, the one that had been in the family for generations and is owned by my Uncle Louis now. They still have the old wood burning stove in there that my family has used for generations but mostly sits as decoration and a storage cabinet now. They also have a large pantry that looks like time stood still from 1930. I loved going in there and looking at all the cooking pots and pans and kitchen gadgets from the last century. Aunt Carmen passed a few years ago now, but before she passed I was able to see her, and we still got to laugh about how hard and dense that loaf of bread was. I have perfected my technique over the years, but I still fall short of being able to make bread as good as Grandma Jolicoeur.

10/10/2020

Travel Stories Pt 3 - One summer, my cousin Meagan and I were staying with our grandparents at the barn cottage, and Grandmama had bought some cheese and wanted us to bring it to “Ma taunte”(my Aunt) Johanne at the house, so we walked down the street with the plate of cheese and when we got there, we knocked on the doors and looked around the house and couldn’t find them, there wasn’t anyone there, but when we went to the back porch, all the wind died down and it was completely still, and as we were about to go back to the barn, the baker’s rack that was next to us just started shaking violently. At that point, we took off running! Nope, wasn’t dealing with that…big old house that my great-great grandfather died in, nope! NOT TODAY SATAN! And as we ran down the street, there was a car that started up and starting speeding towards us, and we had to run to get away from that. It was like living in the Amityville Horror. Well when we got back to the barn, Grandmama said we were being ridiculous and sent us back but she decided to walk with us, so on we marched to our deaths, to face the devil incarnate and the ghost of my Great-Great Grandfather. To our surprise, there was our Aunt, saying she had been there the whole time, didn’t hear us or any knocking at all…believe what you want, but this is what happened. Years later my Aunt told us that every now and then she could hear music playing in the basement and could never figure out where it had come from. I couldn’t quite understand everything she was saying but basically understood that there were some strange things happening around the house and she eventually had a priest come and exorcise the house and it all stopped.

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