Chinese Tourists in the City

Sometime in the afternoon, the big Chinese tour bus entered the Quebec City, or the civilization, for that matter. It's hard to comprehend why certain areas where we toured in the past few days, with all its natural beauty and resources, just don't gather people. All of sudden on a little hill that looks like a huge ice cream cone, people started building houses on top of each other, so meticulously and aesthetically. It was this old Quebec City where people flock over to get a taste of Europe in the barren land of Canada. We even had a French dinner together with the whole bunch of the tourists. The husband and I amused each other by making imaginations about how the French speaking people go home and tell their friends about how Chinese tourists take a lot more pictures of each other than the drinks they order.

The lively city showed its soul when a guy started playing saxophone at the street corner. We asked him to play Pink Panther as I saw Moon River on the index of his CD cover. When he did his interpretation, Sienna came running by. She was a few dozen yards away playing with a friend she just made in two days. It looked like the fairy is around watching again. Earlier, she sent the Pink Panther Music. And now she had the music played in a magic city. A few minutes later, another tooth came off at the restaurant nearby.