All my life, I have loved seeing the flags of other countries. It was no surprise that I would take a picture of the flag of Quebec even though it was a providence of Canada and not an independent country. But what makes Quebec’s flag special is that it was the first providence flag of Canada, and it was flown for the first time in 1948. Each year in Quebec, Flag Day to honor the Fluerdelisé, the flag’s French name, is held on January 21.
Like any other flag of the world, each color and symbol has a unique significance. The white cross derives from the historical, royal flags of France. The flowers symbolize purity, and the blue area symbolizes heaven.
My favorite picture of the flags though is the one with the Quebec flag, Canadian flag, French flag, and the American flag. It reminded me of Quebec’s desire for individuality but still able to get along with the Canadians on a national level. The French flag comes before the American one because of the French identity. I am unsure as to what Quebec’s reasoning is to having the flag of the United States there, since they are not a part of the United States, although they are a part of North America.
One interesting perspective I tried to keep in mind when traveling was to call my country the United States and not America. I have read that many people do not understand why we, Americans, tend to use the two terms interchangeably. Luckily for me, I remembered all the time to be correct.
From my understanding, their attitude of Americans referring to their country as America is wrong because there are other countries who make up the Americas. Maybe the American flag was put in the picture to symbolize that Americans are a part of the North American continent with them. However, I found it neat that they had an entire park dedicated to the South American countries and their flags.
I quickly fell in love with Quebec’s individuality, yet still maintaining a balance in connection with those around them as a whole. I am pretty certain that this concept is a large part of why Quebec City, at least on this visit, was a city of inclusion.