Hello Ottawa

From the sublime to the ridiculous comes to mind.

Crisp clear morning greeted us. Chris ventured out to buy more milk and seemed to be "out there" for awhile. She had needed to wander further than first thought and she came back with very red rosy cheeks. Still a quiet neighbourhood despite being Jan 2nd. Taxi came at 10.30. At the Gare Centrale
( railway station)we discovered further connections to the underground city network. We now feel we have seen little more of its life. 12 Midday train to Ottawa, Canada's capital. Two hours of flat agricultural country. Umpteen individual silos only a kilometre or so, or less, apart on the individual farms. Small farms! Silos to feed the animals in the large barns?? Not sure. Need to do some research.
Arrived in Ottawa just after 2pm and it seemed to have had a recent small snow fall as the snow appeared clean. Heather was in charge of this accommodation and she had a variety of instructions to follow.  Our friendly taxi driver accommodated our need for one stop to unlock the key from a container and then to drive us to the actual accomm.  It was a 20 storey high rise near the city centre.

After passing the card-sensitive security we stumbled with our cases into the apartment. A totally modern concern with panoramic corner views over the city. No cute 1930's neighbourhood here. We investigated the nooks and crannies and made a cuppa. Just looking out of the windows we could see that there was a major degree of life in the town.
Surely there would be a place close by for an aperitif.  Well, actually there was one next door. And across the road. And around the corner. And down the street. Still cautious of the slippery surfaces, we ventured into the vibrant city for a quick overview. A steady stream of people and some enticing places to explore tomorrow. We had chosen "Joey Rideau" as our first watering hole. A large corner site, glass and wooden decor, colourful paintings and modern music AND it was Happy Hour. We chose our drinks, a plate of dips and some gyoza wontons. My goodness both the dishes were yummo and Rutts enjoyed a Peach Bellini cocktail.
Little steps back to the Condo Complex ( due to the ice!!) and the fairytale-lights view from our windows.    

Hello Ottawa.      

Outside our balcony, Montreal. 

Montreal Station. 

Flat, fallow fields. 

Our mid-afternoon view at Bessinger St, Ottawa.

No cuteness here, but very nice. 

Happily joining Happy Hour.