Sunday was my cousin Chad’s wedding to his new wife, Katherine. It was a lovely day, a nice brief ceremony, and a great supper and dance. It was about 1 am when wet got back to the hotel and crashed.
Monday we got up and had breakfast with the family, then said our goodbyes. We did a quick tour of the Diefenbunker, the bomb shelter meant to protect the federal government in the case of nuclear war.
Then we headed to the airport, to catch our flight home.
We lazed around in the morning, reading and whatnot. Around 12:30 we headed out for lunch, walking about a kilometer or so to Flora Hall Brewing, where we shared a ploughman’s lunch and had a beer apiece. It was all delicious.
Then we headed out to the airport, to pick up Susie. We took her down to the Byward Market for a birthday chocolate feast, and then wandered around a bit, being touristy. Then we headed out of town, to Kanata, where the rest of the family is staying at a hotel in preparation for Sunday’s wedding. We met up with them for snacks and drinks, and then, feeling ridiculously stuffed, we headed back downtown to our hotel.
Bed soon, and tomorrow we leave downtown Ottawa for the hotel in Kanata. Our vacation draws near its end, but we’re starting to feel ready for it to be done, too.
A much more relaxed day. We meet up with my aunt Veronica and uncle Marc and wandered around downtown. Kathleen found some shoes for the wedding, since her good shoes had a broken strap when she opened up her luggage; then we went down to the Byward Market again and had some chocolate at Cacao 70. Marc gave a little impromptu tour, and then he and Veronica headed home.
We headed out for supper, to a place of seen on an episode of You Gotta Eat Here: Burgers and Fries Forever. It was delicious, especially the parmesan-and-herb-covered fries.
Back at the hotel, Kathleen fell pretty much instantly asleep, while I stayed up writing. I finished the first draft of a short story, which will need a lot of editing before anyone else gets to read it.
(Amusing anecdote, though: The national museums in Ottawa and Gatineau have this deal where you can buy a “museum passport”: $35 for any three museums, so long as you visit them within three days. The History museum was going to be our final entry in this passport.
So, as we were crossing the bridge to Gatineau, Kathleen asked if I had my passport. I gave her A Look and said, “No,” assuming she was being funny, since we were crossing over into Quebec.
She proceeded to give me A Look as well, and I realized that, no, she meant the museum passport. “Oh,” I said, feeling a bit foolish. “Yeah, I have that passport.”
…OK, maybe you had to be there.)
On the way back, we stopped in at the Mill St. Brewpub and had a fantastic, and filling, supper. And then back to the hotel.
This morning we went on a couple of Parliamentary tours. First we checked out the Senate, in their temporary location (where they’ll be for the next 10 years or so, while Centre Block is renovated).
Then we headed over and toured the West Block, where the House of Commons will be housed for the next 10 years, in a roofed-over courtyard.
We lunched at Café Bibliothèque in the basement of our hotel. We never managed to get there the last time we were here. It was all right.
Then we went to the Canada Science & Technology Museum, but I didn’t take any photos there. It was a worthwhile visit. That’s #2 of our three-museum pass. Tomorrow, I think we’ll end up at the Museum of History.
We went to the National Gallery today, and spent about five hours wandering the various galleries.
And then, since the doors were open, we went into the Notre Dame Basilica across the street. (You can see its silver spires in the photo at the top of this post, along with Maman, who stands guard in front of the National Gallery.)
(You can tell Ottawa’s a government town: someone painted the trees.)
Our last couple days in Ottawa, Kathleen had a cold and I felt the start of one.
We got moving about 12:30, and headed out — for the first time since Monday — with no clear idea what we were going to do. I’d posted a photo to Facebook hinting that we were in Ottawa, and predictably many friends had many suggestions. Some of them we’d already done, some we had yet to accomplish. Continue reading “The Weekend”→
We headed out around noon, and walked down to the Canadian National Gallery. We spent almost four hours touring the galleries, where I discovered that I prefer paintings of landscapes to portraits, generally, though I did find a few portraits interesting as well.
Thursday we got moving by 11AM or so. We went to the Canadian Museum of Nature first off, and purchased a museum passport (3 museums, 3 days, 1 price!) which would also allow us access to the War Museum, the Museum of History, and the National Gallery. (Also the Aviation Museum, but that train had sailed.)