"It's really a beautiful place. On those days of the year the trees are spectacular" insisted. "I don't think they will like to spend their vacation in a jungle" she argued, leaving the kitchen and heading to the library. That way he wouldn't continue to hammer her about the same thing. It would be hard for him to convince her this time. But he did convince her after all. It was the fall season. The best season of the year in the country. Where all its vegetation exhibits its best ranges of colors, especially in the southwest, in the Quebec region of Canada. Its large coniferous forests formed by firs, poplars, balsamic pines, red maples, sugar maples, etc. They are the delight of the whole world.