Two days.....it felt long, but of course, never long enough.
Two days to celebrate love.
(can you believe we didn't get a pic of the two of us?)
Two days to taste my first rabbit pie, pig's knuckle and boar sausage.
|The Quebec Tasting Platter - the most meat I've eaten in my life|
Two days to walk the blistering cold cobblestone streets of Old Quebec.
Two days to dive into a great book (The Colony of Unrequited Dreams, by Wayne Johnston)
Two days to read random poetry on poles... "chaque jour, une fleur" (every day, a flower)
Two days to breathe
though cold, catching breaths
let loose clouds of steam
that rise up and over the steeples