Quebec City was so beautiful. The streetscapes are so charming. Luckily, we got to know what it's like inside at least one of those old homes: I was able to get a B&B in the old part of town, so we were right in the middle of everything, just where we wanted to be! We found out that the house was 165 years old (so, built in 1850).
It was kind of tough going up the front steps with a suitcase in tow. I can't imagine doing it with a full skirt like women would've had in the 1800's!
The dining room. The exposed stone and brick everywhere was so pretty.
The hostess made the most amazing omelets. Our first morning we had mushroom and cheese, easily the best omelet we've ever had! The second morning, Adam had an asparagus omelet, and I had french toast with a homemade blueberry sauce and warm maple syrup. It was so good.
We had a door from our room out onto the back balcony/terrace. We didn't have a lot of time to sit out there, but we took a few minutes on our last morning before checking out to sit outside.
We could basically look out to the neighboring patios (not much privacy!)
Our B&B was called "Le Coureur des Bois", which were independent fur traders in New France.