I spent a week in Quebec, exploring the city and eating so much delicious food. And it was ridiculously hot. Canada was experiencing an insane heat wave, and if someone even said the word “fur,” they would burst into flames. But once the heat wave broke, it got chilly. Not winter chilly, but I’ve been spending the summer lounging in 85 to 90-degree weather so anything under 70 degrees feels like an icebox.