Quebec City: What the River Remembers
I went to Quebec City following the ghost of an Italian explorer who sailed for an English king and “discovered” a continent that already had a name. What I found instead: a First Nations family serving breakfast in the old stone city, a river that has no interest in human timelines, a staircase that defeated my knee, and an evening with a dear friend I hadn’t touched in two years. This is the first chapter of the Caboto Chronicles—and it immediately changed the question I thought I was asking.
