I have to agree with Mrs. T Quebec City is one of my favourite places The Chemin St. Louis is alive, right next to le Vieux Quebec, start out with cocktails, un Pernod glacée at one end and end up with your Tarte au Sucre and coffee at the other, in between sampling the Jazz and sidewalk conversations, then bed down at the Chateau Frontenac. The Arts are alive there, each time of year is special, but I like when you can go for a short cruise and see the Beluga and Narwhales, natures art. I've lived in the US and Canada, and visited England and Belgium. I was born in Chicago, raised half there and half in Mt. Vernon, Illinois (my father's, and my hometown). Chicago's a good place to be from, far from. The last time I visited I had to pack 4 white shirts for each day, the collars turned all yellow and grimy just walking down the street. Although there were advantages to growing up there, they were not the happiest years of my life. We moved a lot, every different year in grade school a different school, sometimes two or three in the year. I lived on the North, South, and West Sides, apartments and tenements. attending both public and parochial schools (in one, a Black school they actually locked the new textbooks in a closet so they wouldn't get damaged while students shared outdated texts with torn pages full of graffiti, I don't know how many went on to high school from there much less college). That school was 1/2 year, the other 1/2 in parochial, the next year with grandparents down south (One room schoolhouse, Grandma's second cousin was principal a rigid disciplinarian fond of the razor strop, no family favourites as he liked to prove.) Next year I was in town with a great aunt, at a new school named after our cousin, both these were in houses. The next year was in Uptown Rogers Park tenement , then an apartment close to Old Town and a school overlooking Wrigley Field. High school was at Lane Tech, the premier Chicago High school. I dropped out before graduation my senior year when I was finally able to leave an abusive home, going back to my home down south where I lived with relatives until I rented my first house. Although I sat and aced all the senior exams, Lane wouldn't transfer credit so I did another senior year, first at Mt. Vernon, and then following a job offer the second half at Manteno, Ill. where I graduated with honours and a State Grant for college. I took my Associate's back in Mt. Vernon then my A.B. Phil. at MacMurray in Jacksonville, Ill. where I met and married my wife (another Mt. Vernon girl). I was not to see Mt. Vernon again, except taking my brother home to bury him among our folks who've been buried in the same cemetery since 1792. I still call Mt. Vernon home, but I was three years in Wisconsin for my M. Div. (actually four if you add the two post-grad stints), two years in Champaign, Ill., two years in Tonawanda, NY (outside Buffalo, another un-favourite place), six years in Ontario (loved it), four years on the Gaspé coast of Quebec (I'd go back in a heartbeat) and the last twenty years in and around Cooperstown, NY (the Catskills are nice, but there's too many Yankees). My next and final move is likely to be near my daughter on Michigan's UP. I do not like cities, although I enjoy Toronto, Montreal and Quebec City. I prefer the country, and of the two prefer Canada as more civil and civilised. I'm basically a Mid-Westerner, tending more southern. I like hills and orchards and people that say, "Hello, how are you?" and take the time to listen and care.