I’m visiting our neighbor to the north for several days, and though the title of this post is Autumn in Quebec, which it is according to our astronomical calendar, that’s a little deceiving; the fall colors are not yet much in evidence. Ordinarily, up here the last week of September and the first week of October constitute peak foliage season. It’s beautiful nonetheless.
I came to Quebec to see my nephew Stephen receive his doctorate (on Sept. 24) from the University of Sherbrooke, located in a nice French Canadian city about an hour east of Montreal.
I’m a sucker for all that pomp and circumstance stuff, although that academic anthem–a sine qua non of American colleges and universities–was not heard. All the regalia, ceremony, and happy faces full of accomplishment and hope for the future is always an inspiration.
Spent today with my sisters and nephew just driving around the Lake Memphremagog region, which is centered on a glacially carved lake that spans the distance between Newport, Vermont and Magog, Quebec (most of it being on the Canadian side of the border). We visited the beautiful Saint Benedict Abbey, famous for its cheese and apples available in the gift shop, and, of course, for the Abbey itself.
Peter Mires 