So we get here at 6:30 a.m. The sun is just coming up and all we can think about is sleep.
Now I don’t want to whine here but I spent two days getting the car all pretty for the trip. Twelve hours through freezing rain, snow and slush and look at it! But at least we got here. Here we are in front of our hotel, The Hotel Clarendon, in the old city.
We have to take a moment to say how great everyone at the Clarendon was. Every person we met was nice, polite and extremely helpful. This might have been one of the nicest hotel staffs I’ve ever encountered.
And just to reinforce that, when we arrived nine hours before check-in time, they let us have a room (not the exact one we had reserved but a similar one just as nice) right away. I’ve been to dozens of American hotels that would sniffed at us for even asking to get in an hour or two early. These people were wonderful.
The view across from the front of the hotel. It had started to snow again with these enormous flakes. In about an hour, it would be almost white out conditions. The view from across the street of the hotel with the mighty Prius waiting for the valet to take him to his heated garage for the duration of our stay.
If you have really sharp eyes, you’ll note Mrs. Priusownersgroup, already in our room, waving to me. I had no idea she was doing this in this picture until tonight, when I started formatting them for posting.
You can see her in the second floor room right behind the French flag immediately about the word “Hotel” on the front of the building.
Once we got our luggage to room the hotel restaurant was just opening for breakfast. We ate. We went back to our room and looked out the window and saw this.
So we did what any rational people would do, we took a nap.
Later that afternoon we suited up for the cold to explore the streets of the old city. The building across from our hotel. Note the red banner on the building, that’s “Bonhomme Carnaval”. He’s the master of cermonies for the Carnaval. He makes appearances all over the place during the event. Walking through the streets of the old city. Another street view. Mrs. Priusownersgroup pointing to a Bonhomme sign. One of the steep streets of the old city. One of the old city gates. More street views. More street views. Mrs. Priusownersgroup on the way to dinner. The backside of the Palais De Bonhomme. This is just one of his two ice castles. Snow scuplture at the Place Desjardins. Mrs. Priusownersgroup with snow sculpture and Bonhomme’s Ice Castle behind her. Similar view, no Mrs. Priusownersgroup. More entries in the International Snow Sculpture Contest. More entries in the International Snow Sculpture Contest. More entries in the International Snow Sculpture Contest. Walking back into the old city from the Place Desjardins, to dinner. Getting closer… Mrs. Priusownersgroup at Parmesan. A great restaurant. Wonderful food and a delightful staff. An inside view of Parmesan. Yes it is I. Not looking my best but nonetheless, having sated my hunger, now all I am thinking about is sleep, sweet sleep…
And with that, so ended Day One.