Ah, mes amis, there is something about a city on a river that fills me with yearning, and hearing French - even a strange, lilting sort of French - spoken all about me did not help in the least.
Quebec reminds Passepartout of Paris in more ways than one, including the sort of French that they speak here. He can tour the Château Frontenac, a luxury hotel, while lamenting Fogg's refusal to stay in fancy hotels. Alternatively he can visit the Citadelle, the only citadel in North America, left over from when the British controlled the city and defended it against the Americans during the Revolutionary War.