The Plains Of Abraham The Cow Herd
- Natasha
- Aug 25, 2015
- 2 min read
Our plan was to do something in the city today, but we didn’t get out early. Breakfast time turned into an unofficial history lesson about the FLQ, the crazy organization that wanted succession from and how they took it as far as to kidnap a couple of politicians, once of whom, Pierre LaPort, was killed, possibly in a bid for freedom, possibly a deliberate execution. The other, James Cross was released in exchange for the safe passage of four FLQ members to Cuba. Ah, crazy people. Aren’t they just fascinating. We drove down to the Vieux Québec area at around 11:00am and found parking near a park in the Plains of Abraham surrounding a statue of Joan of Arc, right by one of the four Martello towers. We started walking towards the citadel and the Chateau Frontenac. On the way, we stopped to observe a large music stage being set up near a Plains of Abraham museum. We then went inside the museum where we eventually booked tickets for Abraham’s historical bus tour of the area, which was at 2:00pm. Dad asked about the stage and was told that AC/DC would be playing there on Friday. This, of course, was very exciting news
and he decided to buy tickets. I decided not to go. The boys tried to talk me into it as we ate lunch at a little café, but I am stubborn, so that didn’t work very well. After our meal we headed back to the museum for our tour. We’d chosen the French one. Our tour guide, Abraham, was the guy the plains had been named after three hundred years ago when he kept his cows there. Obviously. Most of what he talked about was the war between the French and English with generals Wolfe and Montcalm, which I had learned about in Social the year before and about the citadel built in the 1820’s, which still happens to be an active military base. After it was over, we hiked down to a waterside boardwalk that we thought lead up to the citadel. Unfortunately, it did not, but we did end up at the Chateau, where we walked around for a while and booked afternoon tea for Thursday. Then Dad popped in the Tourist centre to find some stuff out before we went back up to the truck. It was rush hour when we finally got out, so we had to take some side roads and such. It was okay though, because then we came across an area called the Petit Quartier which we decided to explore the next day when we had the dog. At home, Mum and I had our butts royally kicked at Cross Crib after we ate some ribs for dinner. Peace out m8s.
