French explorer Jacques Cartier made a couple trips to what is now called Quebec. On his second visit, in 1535, he and his crew wintered only about 10 minutes from my house, at the confluence of the St. Charles River and the Lairet River. Why he didn’t stop by for coffee is unclear. Maybe the timing wasn’t right. Maybe he knew how bad my French was.
Our group was sketching Limoilou just before I headed to Ottawa last weekend and decided to draw the monument erected in his honor in spite of his snubbing me when he was here. The monument sits in what is now called Cartier-Brébeuf park in honor of you know who.
When I finished the sketch I started wandering around, trying to find the other sketchers. I came across Lisette and Hubert who were drawing an old Catholic church that has become Quebec’s clown school.
They still needed a few minutes to finish up so I decided to do a quick sketch of the church chimney. Once they finished up we all met for lunch. All in all, it was a great day as we’re finally getting to sketch outdoors.