In the heart of New York, founded by Pierpont Morgan Library is a must for bibliophiles sanctuary. By 1890, Morgan began a collection of exceptional literature and rare manuscripts, letters, drawings and engravings, music scores, various illustrations, etc.. Today, the sanctuary founded by philanthropist and collector continues the mission gathers a multitude of documents and services focused on literature and the arts.
Among the collections of the library and museum, some are sometimes subject to special exhibition. Until March, the world of Jane Austen is showing. The Thaw Conservation Center has prepared for this event and finished off a host of outstanding documents. More than a hundred documents are presented to relate the career of the author unforgettable. Letters, manuscripts, rare editions, and objects are grouped for the occasion.
It is fascinating to observe, or almost touch, such document. Jane Austen has probably written more than 3000 letters during its existence. This correspondence of high quality, about 160 Letters have been preserved. The Morgan Library possesses 51. The conservation center has made some observations and analysis that I think are worthy of our friend Sherlock Holmes. Detective reveled in all the mysteries surrounding the correspondence of an individual. Paper, ink, stamps, pen, all these elements indicate the character and identity of an individual. For Jane Austen, it is obvious that this activity was particularly important. According to specialists of the center, Jane used the materials to use and rather common at that time. Quill pen was cut at progressively according to personal tastes and allowed flexibility for writing. The delicacy of his hand betrayed the author's personality. The ink was readily available, while the paper was a scarce and expensive.
I imagine Jane sharpening our weapons of his armada, comfortably installed in front of his desk. The goose must be unimpeded, without useless twig around the hand so as not to cause sneezing incongruous. Perfectly sharp tip, neither too thin nor too broad. A soft tip sliding on the grain paper and draw the letters of the words on the blank page. A quality paper will be prepared for the match of the day. Paper with a watermark, one that Jane loves the most. The ink will be diluted as needed in the ink. Its color will vary as to measure the activity. Gray tones in the beginning will change from gray blue to blue-black in no time.
The paper is scarce and expensive and Jane still has things to write ... So, it turns the paper from left to right. She writes in the margins, in every nook and cranny in order to maximize the hardware that offers his correspondence. The letter looks like a crossword puzzle in every direction. Correspondence will be successful. The successful recipient will be delighted. Jane has filled all available space. Quality correspondence respectable as it should ...
I wonder what Sherlock would say such a correspondent. 
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1. Illustrations: Letters of Jane Austen . Bookstore JP Morgan.
Subscribe For more than fifteen days, the heads of state of the earth gathered in Copenhagen, the realm of Shakespearean kings. All hopes were permitted. The ultimate goal was to resolve impasses between the major land and emerging countries to build and continue the groundwork for a Protocol survival of our sister the earth. The underdeveloped countries, those suffering most from this modern plague, wanted reductions hovering around 20%. The round table was set for a battle of kings. be or not be
a greenhouse effect? That is the question ... It seems that the kings of the gas greenhouse were quick to resolve the issue through a multitude of obstructions. All shots were allowed to sink into the tar sands any attempt to negotiate constructively. The fossil harperien quickly took center stage and the effects of greenbacks black gold did sink the ship's last chance. The demonstrators égosillés in vain. Nothing stops the essential progress of the kings of the essence. Checkmate to negotiation. The king of Denmark was headed once again and princes Goodwill increasingly limited in their every greenhouse or others.The cavalry was late as usual. Nevertheless, a positive effect was caused by the intrusion of the President of the United States in talks to share the room, one that does not seem to worry unduly at this stuff greenhouse belt suspected of be polluting and harmful to the earth. These small details seem particularly dangerous for the land of others, tomorrow. Nothing to compel the big bosses. The American intervention and surely somewhat loosened a bit divine deadlocks. An early proposed agreement was reached between some leaders of the chamber into the lower chamber. Gas effects emissions were put on the table. There was talk of limiting increases to 2% ... in Mexico City.
There. The first goal was a reduction of 20%. The summit of Hamlet ends in an increase of 2%. Countries in the lower chamber have a mean appearance. Mining patibulaires kings to greenbacks were right on the issue of greenhouse gases. All these things are not really their business. These issues belong to the future as happy as they interact with it not long ago were relegated to the problems of Indians, African slaves, whales, bison, beaver, etc.. Bof! "In God We Trust", they cried in heart. " They cut the earth in two, seeded fever HINI bitumen dispersed in the atmosphere and the sea in hopes green greenbacks have 2% of greenhouse gases under the Christmas tree green.
Ophelia, the Little Mermaid, drowns in a tear of the greenhouse effect.
My motto is: "In GE we trust", I still keep hope. The man is an evil animal that remains in an animal being hurt or not to be ... a greenhouse gas emissions. I wish you a Merry Christmas, readers and notebooks of the earth! Caen, Eipho, Souffledame, Nina, Fishturn, Melo, Edita, Angelina, Amani, Leroy K, Reading, Linda, Cynthia, Jennifer, Pamela ...
... all of you who for nearly two and a half years go by silence in this small literary book, thank you for your friendship. Merry Christmas!
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1. Image: Dante Gabriel Rossetti. A Christmas Carol
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Subscribe no perfect solution. We create stories and we hope the reader will share moments of adventure and friendship. Out of respect for ourselves and to the reader, it seems essential to bring coherence to our writing process. A detective novel should include a logical plot, fantasy should transport the reader into a fantasy world, a thriller should prevent the literary traveler to sleep, because we want to know more.
This is so each of the scenes we imagine for a novel. A new stage represents a further step in the history, evolution characters and plot. We must build the narrative of each scene so that it takes us to a new scene and a new result consistent with the history of the novel. A wonderful metaphor or literary circle that evil can promote reading and to ensure that the reader longs ... turn the page and continue the story.
Several authors adopt this creative process:
Scene
1. Objective
2. Conflicts
3. Disasters
Sequela
Reaction
Dilemma 
Decision
A scene can be divided into three essential elements: objective, conflicts and disasters. Each scene is followed by a short sequel called quiet period and can also be divided into three parts: Reactions, dilemmas and disasters. 
Conflicts:
What obstacles or series of barriers that prevent your protagonist from reaching the goal. Each stage must conceal various conflicts. If your protagonist reaches the target from the beginning, there is no history or continuation of the story by the reader. The player does not want the protagonist to succeed the first time. The easy victories are boring. The reader wants the material to sleepless night! Imagine conflict to the extent of your protagonist and your readers will follow you in all the storms that you put on the road to romance.
Disasters: A disaster is a loophole that allows your protagonist to achieve his goal. Do not give him the victory now! The victory granted by magic is boring for the reader. That makes him sleep. The reader has no reason to want to turn the page. Imagine a major disaster, a matter of life or death if necessary. It is essential that the disaster causes the reader to a new development in history.
The sequelae of each scene is also essential.
I'll talk about that last part next week ... because unfortunately it seems that something is burning in the living room of my house ... ooooooh! I must leave you! I have a tree on fire!
Oh! In the meantime, when I look carefully rare clip of Laurel and Hardy,
Big business, which I found for you, yes, admire the work, I can write down the objectives, conflicts and disasters of every scene, and the aftermath.And you?
To be continued ...
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Sources: Dwight Swain . Author. Illustration: Nume Nisbet. The Fairy Falls. 1908.
minibiographie Create your characters
Make a list of characters that you would like to write or where you're already writing. Définissez trois ou quatre personnages pour le moment. Imaginez une courte biographie pour chacun : nom, âge, nationalité, état matrimonial, généalogie, carrière, éducation, particularités physiques, personnalité, qualités, défauts
Par la suite, analysez chacun de ces personnages. Imaginez l’un et l’autre au début de votre roman. Votre protagoniste principal accaparera la majorité de votre attention ainsi que celle du lecteur. Il sera porteur de votre roman. Il devra nous faire vivre une vaste gamme d’émotions par la description de plusieurs scènes.
Que se passe-t-il lorsque vous changez les main protagonists? Who is it that fascinates you most?
News as inspiration
Read the news. Read articles that tickle your imagination. When a character you want, write down everything known about him. Then, create a minibiographie this person in the image of your minibiographies characters. Imagine replicas or solutions to unresolved issues to date. This character fascinates you there at the point of considering writing a novel about it?
Choose a new you like and you know well. Describe the protagonist in a few sentences at the beginning of the story: attitudes, beliefs, environment. Subsequently, describe this character at the end of the news. What are the differences of his personality? The character has it changed? Regressed? What is its true identity?
Redistribution of roles of a classical
Choose a classic that you know well (Homer, Shakespeare, Hugo, etc.). And make a list of characters main. For each role, what would the impact of a redistribution of roles? Consider as an example, the Sleeping Beauty. What would this story if the princess was not heroin, but a mere extra. Which would become the main protagonist? Perhaps the Prince? Maybe the witch? In reality, human emotions remain the same over the centuries. Your Turn ...
Knowledge of character is the psychology and imagination. A proper analysis of our protagonists is essential throughout the writing process. Their personalities, their identities will be more credible and easier to write and write.Do you know your characters? ____________
Source: Nancy Kress. Write Great Fiction.
Miranda. The storm . 
Subscribe She will suffer in this house in Montreal a second offense? Another mystery is advanced. Getting started. Wednesday afternoon, I went to the ticket of the Museum. Such candid Candide, not wanting to unnecessarily adding fuel to the fire, I told all my gear exploration of Cerberus cloakroom: umbrella, raincoat and backpack. I was ready for departure in fairyland. I assure you. I entered the museum around 3:00 p.m. and I went out on my two feet, to ...
The artist was born in Rome to British parents, but the family returned to London five years. From a young age, Waterhouse assisted his father in his studio and soon became interested in painting, sculpture and classical antiquity. In 1870 he was admitted to the School of the Royal Academy, where he gradually imposes its style, with original works inspired by the melancholy and Rome and ancient Greece. For his dramatic images, richly colored and featuring beautiful women, he acquired the reputation within the British Empire and at international exhibitions of 1890 and 1900
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Some men whispering in the ears of horses. Some artists sing ballads of chivalry for the souls of mermaids, goddesses, witches and infidels. An ode to love for all. Such was John William Waterhouse. Throughout his career he has captured the sound of the human soul by listening to the heart of the tale for his paintings transcend. In his workshop, he listened to the song of the invisible and took tea with Circe, Mariamne, Miranda, Sainte-Eulalie, Sainte-Cecile, Tristan and Isolde, the beautiful no thank you lady, Lamia, the lady and many more ... Escalot
Often associated with the Pre-Raphaelites, who aimed to recapture the beauty and simplicity of the medieval world, Waterhouse was also a painter classic. The exhibition will show how the artist's paintings reflect her commitment to the themes of his time, as medievalism, classical heritage, spiritualism and the femme fatale. Born the same year that the Pre-Raphaelites were first exhibited at the Royal Academy, he inherited their passion for Alfred Tennyson, John Keats and William Shakespeare. Waterhouse was also under the spell of the enchanting myth, the underworld and beauty. His paintings exude a romantic fascination for female passions: he chose to paint the Lady of Shalott, Cleopatra, Circe, Lamia, Ulysses and the Sirens, and Mariamne, sentenced to death. Literature was for him a source of inspiration, like the mythological stories by Homer and Ovid.
Garden of Enchantment unveils part of this mystery man. More than 80 paintings, studies in sepia, ink, pencil tests in the margins of the poetry of Shelley, the sketchbooks, personal letters. The exhibition suffers spells all the more fabulous than the other. The greatest works of this painter are grouped in a few rooms which The Magic Circle, Santa Eulalia, The Lady of Shalott, Penelope, and St. Cecilia the Danaides
. Each picture is mesmerizing. An indescribable scent emanates from each work. One can only be seduced by the subtle and intense incantations that intoxicate the senses. A passage memorable in history, often tragic and cruel, unfolds before us. Medea poured poison while Jason is observed in silence, nymphs discover the head of Orpheus in a stream, Psyche opens the door roses Cupid, Rosamond looked out the window while Eleanor is about to poison him . A little later in the garden, the soul of the rose is dispersed, vanity ecstatic and the lady of Shalott is sailing off to his destiny ...-
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- tireless worker, a meticulous Waterhouse is transmitted in every detail. Drapes, elements of nature, symbols, dotted here and there capture our attention and our soul for long. The bright colors, the implied motion, precision and purity of lines are simply sublime.
This tour offered by the Museum of Fine Arts in Montreal in the Garden of Enchantment is a fabulous experience. It is imperative that an appointment with the painter of fairies.
O! And I would be remiss to fail to inform you that I went home very late ....
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Museum of Fine Arts in Montreal
II. Illustration: John William Waterhouse
. Garden of Enchantment (1917), The Magic Circle (1886), St. Cecilia.
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* A set-up with a killer hook * Character intro with back-story and context
* A sense of place* Foreshadowing and the establishment of stakes * The hero’s impending need and inner demons * The emerging seeds of a subplot * A major plot point that introduces the story’s antagonistic element * The definition of the hero’s quest or need
* Scenes that deepen the tension as the hero responds* Refining the nature of the quest and the elements of its opposition * A mid-story mind-numbing context shift that changes Everything * The evolution of the Hero Into a proactive warrior * Another "significant plot twist That puts All the Cards on the Table
Larry Brooks. Novelist.
According to Larry Brooks, an American novelist and former baseball star, the groundwork is essential. He says not to try to make a good novel, but to play all out: Write a hit! The resulting certainly in my work as a monk, is the work of a novelist quality.
The first elements required are therefore the determination of the author, humility and professional will .
The second element is essential architecture of the novel. This course allows the author to construct the work. It should lead to a detailed script of the novel (chapter by chapter, page by page, etc..) And the creation of an initial synopsis.
Planning novel by hook-phrase-who-kills
Knowledge of places (territories, countries, backgrounds )
Weather events and facility issues
Definition of imminent needs of the characters and their worst inner demons
Introduction and birth of a sub-plot
Definition of an important announcement and justifies the participation of the antagonist
Setting goals and quests characters
Creating scenes that deepen the intensity of the characters and credibility to adversity
Tweaking the nature of the quest and the reasons that make its implementation difficult context
A major mid-way through the story that propels the protagonist and that changes everythingevolution of the protagonist in the image of a warrior or a pilgrim
The key to another puzzle that puts significant all cards from the table
The third element concerns the whole or
coherence of the writing process
Design
Characters
Theme
Sequence Plot
Creating scenes
Voice of writing
can develop several other steps to scriptwriting. Each of these calls requires special attention and can be developed in depth. However, items mentioned remain the main base and generate the work to write. This foundation work requires more research and study before undertaking the work of writing. It is strongly advised to do so with seriousness and professionalism. The difference between a finished work or just sketched is palpable as the writing process used by the author. Without a good year of construction, the writing of the work is likely to remain superficial and therefore no depth. Each element may be subject to chronic. It seems interesting to explore these topics. During the year, I will continue this exploration with you. As an author, I favor the writing process. And you? What do you think of this literary architecture?
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The Lady Clare.
Subscribe in a practical way every day. Understand and discover what motivates and enables it to achieve a work. This invitation into the world of an author reveals the inner life of this great profession. The writer is not talkative. He wrote. It describes in showing his feelings. I mean show. Say what he sees. He takes us inside him to share his perspective on a subject he has chosen.
I found fascinating and interesting to his explanations about the evolution of his writing process. His latest novel is just fine, takes place in Wyoming, a U.S. state that she loves and is passionate about. This land of the American West becomes the main protagonist, the starting point of all his work. Useless to try to write a novel about a subject that does not interest us. The knowledge of that land becomes essential character. This space is the scene of the book you want to write. It's the basic story Annie Proulx eventually develop, the place she chose to change his characters.
The study of the history of this area, geography, social characters of yesterday and today provide a wealth of information to the author. The legends and trivia have flocked to the notebooks. Gradually, as the research progresses, the characters are shaped and refine. The characters take shape in different situations possible and impossible. The account is created throughout the research process and writing. Several ideas are born and all along the road. The script of the novel is accurate and generates a first synopsis.
Fascinated by history in general, it almost always works with this process for the realization of his works. When research and preparation it seems appropriate, she began writing the novel. The time required varies according to the editorial work. The complete writing can span a period of three to six months or even years. This frequency belongs to the author.
Personally, I favor the writing process. I can not imagine doing otherwise. The research leads to constant evolution coherent whole story. Differences road are detected quickly and easily correctable. The process of writing reveals the importance of preparation. The script is an essential part of the work of the author. This process allows us to define the entire novel we want to create.
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1.Illustration Frank Cadogan Cowper. The love letter
I give you the month's theme:
Then you call five sentences. Simple. No poetry. Only prose. You can write your text in the comment threads of this post and specify a link to your site, if it suits you.
So that inspires you?
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- Subscribe I jump back in the car. I could easily go on foot. I prefer to make the drive to better enjoy the visit. On Wednesday, the museum is open until 21 hours. There will certainly crowd and queue. Quebec streets are crowded. However, the hours are longer on Wednesday, I would not have to hurry. I could enjoy the benefit of the works and even dinner at the restaurant of the museum. I plague a little on the Grande Allée. The traffic jams are still legions. Bof! I have plenty of time. It's Wednesday!
- I rush down the aisle of the museum. The field is open before me. Excellent! The Battlefields Park shines on my right. Walkers, joggers, skaters and walkers enjoy the bright sunshine of late summer day. I am looking for a place to park the horse. There are people, but not as much as I suspected. I find a parking meter near the museum entrance. I foresee a rather long visit. So, I leave all my spare change in your mouth delicious Sergeant metal.
- What a good idea to introduce myself at this time. There is no queue counter. I ask for a ticket to the show, then I head to the first floor. Well, I cast a glance at the menu of the restaurant before proceeding further. The offer seems interesting. Better and better. I'll come visit after dinner. I will not have to press and release the vehicle to look for another parking space. I am delighted. I'm looking for some time the two exhibition halls dedicated to the American painter. I get lost in the corridors and find myself in the service elevator ... Obviously, a statue of Rodin passes easily between the doors of the cage. I find myself on the ground floor. I rant a bit and try again. Good. That's it. I fall on the right elevator. I'm making the trip up and down and I finally arrive at the right place. Certainly, the museum is very quiet for a Wednesday. As best I can admire the works at my ease.
- Proud of my initiatives, I point to the first room. There is not a cat. So I could admire the works suggested by Whistler, Homer, Cassatt, Hopper, Pollock and even in the other room ... it feels strange to visit a room with as much free space around me. In fact, I'm alone. Besides the two security guards the first room I'm alone! Better! I enter the light step in the great room. Smiling, I look around me on all sides in order to familiarize myself with the presentation. Over 70 works are presented. I wonder which side it seems good to me direct. Left? Right?
- I do not have the time nor the opportunity to choose. The security guard tells me it has clearly started the journey from the left. Good. Okay. Why not. I'd do not rush to one side or the other, I am alone. I begin to read the texts of presentations works. I'm at the beginning of the exposure between two explanations when the guard tells me to carry my backpack in front of me or hand ... Well ... Well. But it is very small. In fact, it's a bag. Point. But if you insist. I bow to its guidelines for peace and I set my bag as he wishes. I should say, as it requires. I entrust myself to read the explanations and I look at the paintings of Whistler. The keeper comes near me and describes me smile with his thoughts on the table I'm trying to watch quietly as we are Wednesday and normally I should have time to watch all this in peace. It is a few steps back and looks willing to let me continue the visit in peace, but he remains a few steps from me and looks me head to toe. I try to watch the works of Homer, Sargent and Cassatt with Cerberus beside me. I'm starting to lose patience. I love to watch paintings of artists from different angles. In the near distance. I like to study the pieces slowly, especially when I like. I try to visit this exhibition and the paintings look like I should, but it's impossible! The security guard followed me like a madman as a stepper and is constantly watching me from head to toe and analyze each of my gestures. He thinks maybe I'll swing my tiny backpack purse is actually the head of the Whistler I'm trying desperately to see. I can not see the stars because it does not give me an inch! Worse! His sidekick out of the shadows. They are two in the first room of doom. And now they are behind me to better understand the strange beast that he suspects some unknown wrongdoing. This is ridiculous! I'm alone in this museum of misery. They are two security guards appointed by the CIA museum to watch me as if I was the Bin Laden of American painters.
- Exasperated by this abuse of zeal, I try to focus on the middle of the room where I noticed some rather unusual canvas. I ignore these idiots who are behind again and again and I realized that these paintings are works of the painter Georges B. Luks. An American painter in talent. It differs from other works by the subjects and the morbid side of each of his paintings. I approach and attempts to assess whether I can call it the dark side of these studies. He painted the bottoms of the cities, working-class neighborhoods, human misery. His portraits are a fascinating precision. The sadism of that painter is palpable. I walk away and then I approach the canvas first proposed. Suddenly, something clicked done. I remember this painting. We see a little girl playing with a doll in a dilapidated street notorious. Behind the girl, the silhouette of a man guessing. He wears a cape and a black top hat. He carries a briefcase. That's it, I remember this horrible web. This is a fable about Jack the Ripper. Luks was among the suspects. It was strongly suspected of being responsible for these horrible crimes ... Clearly, the guy had serious penchant for sadism.
- I begin to breathe a little easier. I find this discovery almost satisfactory when the second security guard that Guantanamo Quebec approached me and said: "More than two feet of canvas." Then he fell behind me to better observe its prey. This time the anger came over me seriously. I fathom one of those looks that do not forgive. They are like two idiots who absolutely do not want to let me watch, visit, breathe, enjoy. In short, they do not leave me look what I came to see and be entitled to see. And now the two other security guards show up in a room. Obviously, they have nothing to do in their own rooms. I am only one in the museum and they are four to watch me and guide me in this Wednesday evening at the Museum of evil of all evils! You know where I want to leave my nice backpack! Just! Iconoclasts! Paranoid! Eaters visitors! It is early and I have not seen half a quarter of this exhibition ... and you put me in a rat trap as a museum! I should make you one of these complaints in twenty copies. You know why now there is not a cat in this house of horrors! Go to hell!
- After thirty minutes, I came away from this museum of misfortune with a huff. There was still plenty of time to reserve the parking meter ... does not matter, I am one of those places in a jiffy. It's Wednesday, it's early. I'm on holiday. I'll find a nice restaurant where I will look at the menu and restore me in peace!
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- Subscribe time. He is shocked by the similarity of the city and the old cities of Europe. He found the same pride and Latin notes that he likes so much. I am delighted that description. I wish him a wonderful trip to Quebec, then I head outside the castle. Opening the door into the Rue Saint-Louis, a little guess what I discovered: Jimmy the driver, the redhead Ella and Cathy Dog-sitting on the bench of the driver. The coach is the first group. An impressive procession quietly waiting customers. Tourists are many! These are the best days of summer. Everyone was given mission de gambader dans la cité.
- Je ne peux résister à la tentation de causer avec Jimmy. Il m’explique que sa petite chienne est dressée ainsi depuis fort longtemps. Elle fait partie de tous les voyages du cocher au grand plaisir des passagers. Ella est resplendissante avec son chapeau de paille et ses colliers de fleurs. Sa robe rouge est encore plus jolie que dans mes rêveries. Une fée m’explique que les chevaux sont beaucoup mieux traités qu’autrefois, ils n’ont plus à accomplir de longs trajets pour se rendre au travail. Désormais, après leurs journées de travail, ils se rendent à leurs enclos près de la porte Saint-Jean et ils sont aussitôt led to their stables.
- Tourists step into the carriage and take place on the backbenches. I look at Jimmy away to thank you in the street without singing a song that resembles jazz ... on Dufferin Terrace, I found, once again, the scent of a story to tell. The saxophonist Jimmy teases notes and Marguerite, the beautiful lady without thank you, continues his quest ...
Subscribe in the aisles under the trees. The park is located in front of the St. Lawrence River and is nestled between the Chateau Frontenac, Dufferin Terrace and the hotels and mansions on rue Sainte-Genevieve, who share the neighborhood. The park is a peaceful retreat for walkers, squirrels and birds of the upper and lower towns ...
I talk a moment with a chipmunk perched high on a bench. It is round like six nuts. It's a lord. He had access to the castle. Sure. The sun breaks through the branches of oaks, the wind caressing the leaves. An ideal time for myself lulled by the scent of the day. The river is slightly agitated. I see and I hear him purring from shore to shore. The terrace is resplendent. Explorers roam relentlessly slow walk with people who have the happiness to the heart.
The castle stands on my right. I watch him breathe and the magnitude of this story lost in the mists of time. Huge, it dominates the bluff for so long. At the beginning of New France, he was called Castle of St. Louis for the Sieur Champlain, then became the Chateau Frontenac. Built and then destroyed again and again, the most famous architects have designed over the years its European manners: WH Lynn Roth and Tilden ... But especially Bruce Price.
I do not want to tell you the story of the history of this castle. I just want a little ride with you in this no wonder that reminds us every day ... we have come far. On the ancient kingdom addition Oceans. In a France ... and elsewhere. 
The entrance of the Rue Mont-Carmel is less known than Saint-Louis. It is reserved for regular park of Governors. I rush gently under the arches, where the wind likes to show fierce, especially in winter. The Landing is full of life. There's always excitement around the main entrance of the Castle. The cars come as noble cabs are parked outside the gates and are posing huge thing. Vacationers arrive, assign trunks and cars to the giant gatekeepers. A back-and-fro takes place in this narrow street.
I remember my visits to the great castle. The wing Pratte was in my child's head residence of the brother Toc and comrades of Robin Hood. I firmly believed this story trumped by my father to make me wait in the car during the trip. I still look at the clock Toc brother with some doubt ... You never know. I have stayed several times between the walls of the institution. All the seasons marched: summer, winter, autumn and spring. The four legs were on the trip. I walked the Cathy-Dog in the streets of the old city while the cat purred under sofas.
Revolving doors slide under the pressure of my hands. I find myself once again in the vast lobby of the hotel. Nothing to change. Counters, elevators, stairs with a thousand lights shine! The clientele is mixed with walkers without a hitch. It comes to the castle to stay, to walk around or to eat there. All are good reasons to take the bottom of the air Mr Frontenac.
The summer was awful in Quebec. The heatwave in recent days has delighted us sleep. This afternoon, the gods show mercy. This is probably the best day of the season. So there is a crowd around the Old City and especially the castle. I walk slowly among the people. I delight in all these languages or dialects chirping in my ears. Obviously, Americans are legion. The Spaniard who coos better better, but also French, Chinese, Japanese, German, and I do not know ... Multiple groups roam the aisles. Facilitators are responsible for guiding them through the maze of the king. Near my dear coffee Roro, now a shop, an aristocrat from the era of Victoria talks with a herd of tourists. Belgians, I think. Soon, he will lead in the dens of history. Some rooms on some floors, suites and royal princes. Then, ballrooms, dining rooms, tea rooms, lounges, kitchens, laundry rooms, garages, pools, gardens, and whatnot ...
Remember, I do not want not tell you the story of the history of this magician. I just want to work for you and with you in the footsteps of history.
It's late. I am dying for a coffee break. I walk through the halls, galleries, bar sailors. And then, I unearthed a table on the terrace first. I offer you what you want. To me, you guessed right. It's time for a fabulous elongated simple. Time for a break, I am enchanted by the sight on the Dufferin Terrace and the river ...
3.Illustration: The Chateau Frontenac. View of the Rue Mont-Carmel. Arcop. 1990.
4.Illustration: Ibid
Subscribe such a trip are scattered waves of our good and bad pilgrimages to the cave of this unique city in North America. The excitement is palpable until the hour of departure. I can not bring myself to travel light. I take another part of my home in my luggage. Who knows what the weather will lend itself to the game of my walks? And then, after all, are on vacation. Everything is permitted.
Fortunately, the sun was up, which facilitated the movement in the streets and stairways of the goddess of the river ... The road is smooth along the route. I do not see the time passing so much so that just two hours after the departure of my beloved mountain, I see the perilous bridge of the City.
I pumped slowly through the Rue St. Louis toward the door of the castle. Dufferin Terrace makes me nod and smile the river with all his might. I salute Mr. rapidly from Frontenac Street Treasury, then I head straight to the park of Governors.
There. That's it. I park in front of the meteor Manoir Sainte-Genevieve. My small hotel overlooking the gardens of Governors with a view of Old Quebec ... A smell of stories to tell around the old fleet building and caress the staircase stands at the entrance and leads to the room overlooking the Chateau Frontenac: the castle of my childhood holidays, and more ... The woodwork is beautiful and emit a smell of mystery. The room is more than adequate. The floral wallpaper marries the carpet and the bed seems rather cozy. The bags are quickly defeated, the three books on the bedside table and fitted clothes tour were quickly put on. I note with pleasure that the room with a view is indeed overlooking the castle ... scat! This is not the time for a little nap. The holiday schedule is pretty tight. It's hard on the system of freedom of the holidays! I have no phone. I will have to pass this terrible thing for a few days. Too bad. It's the holidays! There is always the Blackberry and internet cafes. And then, no. Vacation. End of story. I decide to get into the wave and let me be carried away by the memories to the remains of the day. I look at the Castle window, then I put myself on the road. The stroller is not light. 
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