Charlevoix was a culinary adventure for all my senses — as I rubbed culinary lavender between my fingers, drove through the rolling hills like a racecar driver, woke up to the highland cows mooing outside my hotel window and ate the squeakiest cheese curds in the world, I discovered just how special this place was. My latest newsletter is live!! I just have so much so say about Quebec’s Charlevoix region it couldn’t be contained in one Toronto Star article. There’s poutine, there’s foie gras, there’s natural wines — subscribe now to read all about the delicious of this wondering region.
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