Wishes are usually good things when they come true. Not always. We returned to Vieux-Québec last Tuesday so we could spend some time in the beautiful city when she was in her seasonal finery and spend some time in the Christmas market which opens on the evening of the American Thanksgiving.

I wished for snow since the last couple of times we’ve been down in November (same time of year), there wasn’t any. And that’s where the not always good comes in. As in, be careful what you wish for; you might get it.

We left home in a snowstorm and drove the entire way in the blizzard. See where I’m going? The drive was longer than usual and in less than perfect conditions. Ugh. But, I did wish for snow.

I don’t like driving at night anymore, and by the time we got there, it was pitch black. The clouds and shiny pavement in the city made it even worse.

Because of the hour and the fact we’d left a couple of things behind, our first night was a quick trip to the pharmacy for distilled water for hubby’s CPAP machine and across the street to Mary’s Popcorn for some munchies for later in the evening. The variety of flavours is amazing!

The sidewalks were snow covered and slippery in places, so when it was time to go for supper, we only walked to the end of the block to the St. Hubert. Their chicken and ribs are great.

Our wee hound accompanied us on this trip, too. Maybe his wishes came true? And before you ask, he was very well behaved in the restaurant.

Because I got what I wished for, the trip wouldn’t start in earnest until the following day.