The “extreme weather warning” issued by our messiah, The all-almighty Weather Network, was not a joke. Yet, until the night before, it felt surreal.
Browsing: Snapshots of Ottawa
Grab a leaf or two and admire the unique range of colours and patterns along the veins. No, I’m not stoned, thank you for asking.
Thanksgiving is not hugely commercial. Sure, supermarket aisles feature all the fixings you need for your Thanksgiving dinner, but you’re not expected to decorate your front lawn with fake glow-in-the-dark turkeys.
On Canada Day, after snapping the expected Mark-with-a-flag, Mark-with-a-moose-hat and Mark-being-cute shots, I started to…
It had been a while since our last Canada Day in the national capital, aka “for once we are the centre of the word” city.
We had been waiting for this moment with the same eagerness as an American teen about to turn 21. Jackpot: a long week and hot weather. Finally!
You can find pretty much anything in Chinatown if you can read a language other than English or French.
Most of the Christmas “magic” happens indoors, in malls, or in the many front yards of suburbia, where the same people who go overboard for Halloween go completely crazy for Christmas.
After our trip to France last summer, it was hard for me to get used to the quietness of Ottawa. Except for the downtown core and the Byward Market at the height of the tourist season, most streets are deserted here.
This Wednesday was a perfect—blue sky, barely any wind, about 15°C. Not bad for early November. It’s probably why we weren’t the only ones queuing in front of Rideau Hall to see Prime Minister-designate Justin Trudeau and his new cabinet being sworn in.
“Apparently, you are out of PUMPKINS!” the angry customer spat out. “On October 30! Tell me this is a joke. Tell me you have a box left in the back.”
This year, I didn’t even notice fall had started. It was still nice and warm…
It’s hot. Like, really hot. Like shit-I-had-no-idea-Canada-could-be-so-hot hot. We are experiencing a heat wave and Dairy Queen is making millions of dollars.
But do you know who doesn’t care about flowers? Mark. We can no longer take these “baby in front of flower beds” pictures.
Last Monday, Canada paused to celebrate the birthday of a long dead British monarch—yes, it was Victoria Day. Most people are looking forward to enjoying a long weekend. I’ve always dreaded them.
They don’t even have the chance to end up in a salad, they are just throw into giant Canadian Tire yard waste bags and hauled far far away from suburbia, like a troubled teen sent to rehab.
We came back right in time for Eastern Canada’s famous gorgeous fall colours! After a…
One place was missing from our August museum frenzy: the Canadian Museum of Nature. I drive by the massive stone structure several times a week, but this is not a museum I know well—it was under major renovation from 2004 to 2010 and Feng and I visited it just once, when only parts of it was open to public.
Well, time for city boy to discover farm animals. Even though we live right beside the Central Experimental Farm (Ottawa is the only capital in the world that has a working farm at its heart!), I had never had the chance to visit the Agriculture and Food Museum.
With about 130 military and civilian aircrafts from around the world covering the entire history of aviation, the Museum apparently offers the finest collection in the country and one of the most comprehensive in the world.
We spent most of the time outdoors and decided to revisit a few of Ottawa’s main landmarks: Parliament Hill; Nepean Point, a hill offering a magnificent panoramic view of Parliament Hill, the Ottawa River and Alexandra Bridge; Rideau Hall, the official residence of the Governor General of Canada; the War Memorial; Château Laurier; the Byward Market and the business district.
I used to love funfairs in France. In Nantes, the fair is held twice a year, in the spring and in the fall. As kids, we were super excited by the perspective of spending a few francs on sticky cotton candy and thrilling rides. The best part was to stroll past the stalls and the rides and pick the scariest or fastest ones.
The summer months are hot and humid and thunderstorms are frequent. There isn’t much you can do. One minute, the sky is clear, and next thing you know it’s falling on your head. Good luck finding shelter—unless you are downtown or there is a Tim Hortons nearby, you can’t escape anywhere. We don’t even have proper bus shelters at all stops.