Picture yourself wandering the colorful, cobbled streets of Guanajuato, a colonial-era city with alleyways that twist like an Escher drawing. You round a corner, and suddenly — there it is. A man made of bronze. Or is it stone? You pause. Then blink. He blinks back. Startled laughter erupts around you — because that statue? It’s alive.

There are cities that remember history. And then there are cities that live it. Old Québec, nestled within the walls of Québec City, is the kind of place where every step echoes with the past, where cannons guard the cliffs and church bells sing over ancient plazas.