Pictures and stories that happened in Ottawa, where I live.
A while ago, I complained that nothing ever happened in Little Italy but some pasta-eating. I was wrong.
When I arrived at the yoga studio located in the heart of Little Italy on Friday, I realized that it was the “Settimana Italiana di Ottawa”, the Italian week. I came back the next day to check it out, and was treated to a nice display of Italian cars.
In Ottawa, Parliament Hill and the Canadian Parliament are a bit like Tolkien’s Mount Doom—you can see it from pretty much anywhere in the downtown core and it feel like living under the Eye of Sauron (or Harper, depending how you feel about it—to me it’s the same).
Although Ottawa doesn’t have as many condos as in Toronto, they are still popular here, especially in the downtown core. The past few years, I have seen quite a few new buildings popping up on Rideau Street, around the Byward Market and in the Bank Street neighborhood.
When it rains in Ottawa, it pours. And it has been pouring for almost a week non-stop now.
Last weekend was Doors Open Ottawa, a yearly event during which a number of buildings and facilities that are usually closed to the public welcome visitors.
From the bridge, you can easily capture three of Ottawa’s landmarks—the Rideau Canal, the Parliament, and Château Laurier.
