Québec, Part III

It's a giant hand sculpture with a feather - of course it's in my photostream.



I re-visited the little gallery across the street from the train station, because I enjoyed the Barbie-parts sculptures in the window. A lot of glare, unfortunately, but I sort of like the reflections too, along with the wunderkammer of Barbie-parts.





By the train staion, the sculptural installation of metal chairs (a 400th birthday gift from Montréal to Québec) was deceptively simple. The incised snipets of Québec poetry, in French, English and Innuktitut, and the interplay of light and shadow was arresting.