Every December in the old city of Québec, Canada, German-style Christmas markets spring up in the streets, where vendors sell roasted chestnuts and mulled wine, and the shop windows in Le Quartier Petit Champlain are draped with garlands of ribbon and pine. It’s a magical world, dusted in snow, that rivals even the most elegant capitals of Europe.
In the summertime, I look forward to spending a few brilliant weeks strolling through Paris, exploring the English countryside, or hiking along the cliffs of the Italian Riviera. But in the long, lonely months of winter, a weekend escape to Québec City has become something of a tradition. It is there that I can feel a world away, and yet surprisingly close to home.