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I was in Quebec City in 1974 as a freshman in high school - I went with our school French club. Some of the pictures look vaguely familiar, especially the Chateau Frontenac. The hills I remember - it seemed like you couldn't go anywhere without walking up or down one.


Welcome back. How was the skating?


That poutine stuff looks awesome! And Quebec City really does look charming, I will put it on my list.


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