When I think of Quebec City,
I’ll remember the flowers.
This magical city
encased in snow and ice
so much of the year
blooms with color in July.
I’ll remember our daily forays
that all seemed to lead uphill.
A city of daunting vistas
and archways
and cobblestone streets.
Of alfresco dining
with music of street performers
wafting through the air.
Somehow retaining a sense of peace
in the midst of summer throngs.