Quebec, I have walked on you since my childhood. You are this oasis of joy where I have returned constantly.
Quebec, in all the excitement of my 20s. Yes, my 20s that lingered on full moon nights on your plains enchanted by so many songs, music and dreams. Yes, dreams, in your starry Julys, on this July 3rd that celebrates you. Quebec, you are my first mistress.
Quebec, my familiar history, all these stone streets where I have trodden the footsteps of my ancestors. Where I have walked and still walk on your four centuries of history. Quebec, you are all my belongings.
Quebec, where I have taken up residence for some years, to better know your winters, to better grasp the essence of your soul inscribed on your monuments, your cannons, your statues, your ramparts. To better grasp the essence of those who have lived with you since forever or even since yesterday. To better see all the richness and diversity of your neighborhoods and to better stroll on your old port, my eyes fixed on this proud river that borders you and transports me, on this river that is an open door to the world.
Quebec, you are my home port and my land of French America. Quebec, you are my beauty!
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