Two Days to Breathe

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

of the old city