Some things do change. In the 1980s I had stopped wanting to go to Quebec. People were rude and unwilling to speak with you unless your French was impeccable in a Quebecoise way. That was not what we found at all on this visit. People, especially young people, were almost too willing to speak with us in English once they determined we were not francophone. And they were extremely welcoming. Nevertheless we attempted our rusty French as much as we could.
Our apartment was in the old City and within the walls. Not only that, it is was only a few steps from the ancient street where my Quebec friends had lived in the 1960s - I shudder to think that was now almost 40 years ago! We had a marvellous time walking and pretending this was our City. And the food!