Biscuit in Quebec

This is Biscuit. (The bunny—his name is Biscuit. You can say it "Bis-qwee" if you want, because he's a Québecois bunny, but we just call him the American sort of biscuit.)

We bought him right before we came home from Québec. He was on a Christmas tree in a store window—the last bunny on the tree. He only had a hat at that time, but then Daisy thought he looked cold, so for Christmas she crocheted him this little red coat, and now he's warmer and happier.

Biscuit loves us (especially Clementine), but he missed his first home a little. So we told Clementine we would take him back for a visit. We went with him and took lots of pictures of how much fun he was having in Québec.

Voilà. This post is for Clementine!

Biscuit enjoyed a chocolatine at La Boîte à Pain.

He rode on Sam's shoulders (head) when he got tired, just like Clementine did:

We always liked this little window alcove that jutted out over the street at our favorite Doner Kebab place. Biscuit sat there while waiting to eat lunch one day.

Then he enjoyed his lunch.

Biscuit took a quick look at the weird mural on the way past it (he was still unimpressed).

Biscuit insisted on stopping at his favorite playground. One of the trees has been taken out and he was sad about that!

But he had fun anyway.

He played on the cannons at Parc Montmorency.

And then of course he wanted to go and walk by the Château.

Biscuit loves the Château!

And he liked looking out over the St. Lawrence river to see the ferry. No cruise ships this time of year!

When we lived in Quebec, Clementine once saw a little stuffed bunny sitting on this railing right here. We were hurrying past on our way to something, and Clementine was calling out "A bunny! A bunny! I want that bunny!" but her words didn't really register at first. Our group continued on (maybe we had Abe and Seb with us at that time?) but when Clementine started wailing forlornly as I pulled her along, I finally stopped to see what she wanted. Then I walked her back to see the bunny, but I didn't let her take it in case some other little girl came back looking for it! And in a few days it was gone. But from then on Clementine always commented on it whenever we passed that spot. "The bunny is gone. A little girl took that bunny home. She found her bunny. Now he's happy."

Anyway, it seemed appropriate to have Biscuit sit in that spot for a picture.