[Bury Your Dead摘錄］魁北克市：景觀、著名建築、歷史......

Gamache在Old Quebec City休養，作者描述當地的美麗景色：

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Kids were wrapped and bound, mummified, preserved against a bitterly cold Quebec winter and heading for Bonhomme’s Ice Palace, or the ice slide, or the cabane a sucre with its warm maple syrup hardening to taffy on snow.

Lights were appearing in homes and restaurants, reflecting off the white snow. It was a city that lent itself to winter, and to darkness. It became even cozier, more inviting, more magical, like a fairy-tale kingdom. And we’re the peasants, thought Elizabeth with a wry smile.

太好記性不是好事。原來"Je me souviens", I remember,　我牢記在心，是魁北克的官方格言。
Je me souviens, thought Gamache. That was the problem. Always the problem. I remember. Everything.

我們已失去的：

In old Quebec City, “magnificent” wasn’t measured in square feet, but in details. The blocks of gray stone, the carving over the doors and windows, the simple, clean lines. It was a gracious and elegant row of homes.

不過大家要小心走路啊！嚴冬，外表平靜但隱藏危險。作者說，魁北克居民在冬天時會走在路中心，因為怕雪塊會從建築物的屋頂落下來：

In winter the very ground seemed to reach up and grab the elderly, yanking them to earth as though hungry for them. Shattering a hip or wrist, or neck.

The library in Literary and Historical Society:

It smelled of the past, of a time before computers, before information was “Googled” and “blogged.” Before laptops and BlackBerries and all the other tools that mistook information for knowledge. It was an old library, filled with old books and dusty old thoughts.

 Office du tourisme de Québec / Luc-Antoine Couturier

Chateau Frontenac hotel:
At the top of the hill, beyond the park and caleches, was the most photographed building in Canada. The Chateau Frontenac hotel. It was huge and gray, turreted and imposing, and rose as though expelled from the cliff face. Inspired by castles it was named for the first governor of Quebec, Frontenac. It was both magnificent and forbidding.

作者對 ice canoe race的描述都幾抵死：

“Why enter the race?” Gamache couldn’t help himself. He was dying to know why anyone, never mind someone closing in on seventy, would do this to themselves.

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Cathedral-Basilica of Notre-Dame de Québec：
From the cafe he hadn’t far to go. Just across the street to the great monolith that was Notre-Dame Basilica, the magnificent gilded church that wed, christened, chastised, guided and buried the highest officials and the lowest beggars.

魁北克市建立者Champlain的畫像，原來是根據一個國王的會計師繪畫的。

“That’s Michel Particelli d’Emery, an accountant for Louis XIII.” “But it’s Champlain,” said Gamache. “Slightly heavier, and turned in the other direction, but essentially the same man, even down to the clothing.”

在魁北克取住的英語社群曾受分離主義者猛列攻擊：

Gamache sat still for a very long time. There was no sound outside or inside. How many others had hidden in there against a violent world? A world not as kind, not as good, not as warm as they wished. How many fearful people had huddled where they sat? Taken refuge? Wondering when it might be safe to go out. Into the world.

關於城市、歷史和愛國主義：
The city might have been built on faith and fur, on skin and bones, but it was fueled by symbols. And memory.

“It is sweet and right to die for your country. Magnificent,” said Croix, gazing beyond Gamache. “You think?” “Don’t you, monsieur?” Croix turned suspicious eyes on the Chief Inspector. “No. It’s an old and dangerous lie. It might be necessary, but it is never sweet and rarely right. It’s a tragedy.”

The entire world out there, thought Gamache. It was funny how obsessed people believed others equally obsessed, or even interested.

And for archeologists and historians, gripped by the past, it was inconceivable others weren’t.

For them, the past was as alive as the present. And while forgetting the past might condemn people to repeat it, remembering it too vividly condemned them to never leave.

“A lot of what we know to be history isn’t,” said Gamache. “You know that, I know that. It serves a purpose. Events are exaggerated, heroes fabricated, goals are rewritten to appear more noble than they actually were. All to manipulate public opinion, to manufacture a common purpose or enemy.

But Champlain wouldn’t have been buried in hallowed ground. Not if he was a Huguenot.”

－－ 長知識！原來有一教派叫Huguenot（胡格洛派）

Credict: Ville de Québec