This time of year makes me think north to Quebec City’s beautiful autumnal self. The only time I was there, I pretended I didn’t speak English b/c a friend had told me I’d be ridiculed for not speaking French. So I spoke Russian. And, yes, Russian was fine with the natives. Quebec City has water, trees, culture, beauty. It made me want to sit down and settle in. I remember some beautiful sunflower fields — miles and miles and miles of them — in Manitoba some years ago and how wondrous that blue sky looked as a backdrop.