Québec City rises from its rocky promontory like a stitched seam between past and present - cobblestone lanes curling around fortified walls, church spires marking time over the St. Lawrence, and slate roofs catching the cool northern light. Within Old Québec, each narrow street feels like a corridor of living heritage: limestone storefronts layered with centuries of footsteps, street musicians echoing through hidden courtyards, and the scent of fresh bread drifting out of cafés no larger than a living room. From the boardwalk, the river stretches wide and slow, a reminder of trade routes and migrations that shaped this place long before the cannons fell silent. In the glow of twilight, Château Frontenac watches like a steadfast guardian while locals settle into outdoor terraces wrapped in laughter. Captured on 35mm film, the city’s textures - worn masonry, soft rust, flickering lanterns - hold a quiet reverence for history, yet the energy is undeniably present and lived-in.