We first traveled to Ottawa in 1983 and found it a boring place with few accommodation and food choices. Later trips showed us a vibrant, exciting cosmopolitan city and this trip reinforced that.
Our drive from Carp to Ottawa was fairly uneventful. Gertie, our faithful GPS directed us into the downtown area and to our boutique hotel, the Byward Blue Inn in the center of the Byward Market. It did not look like much on the surface, but we soon fell in love with the hotel and the area, which was full of bars, restaurants and shops.
The day was a scorcher and we just wanted to get organize and hunker down inside for a while. We soon got the grumblies and decided to visit Ahora, a nearby taqueria for supper. It was pretty basic stuff, but, we were OK with that and even though it was Friday, the place was not busy as were dining at Old People time.
After supper, we wandered through the Byward market for a bit, but the sun was still to hot, so we opted to go back to our hotel until closer to sundown. This view out the window shows the type of neighbourhood the place is located in.
Finally, as dusk started to fall, we set off to see the sights along the Ottawa River. We walked past the US Embassy…
…and the National Gallery of Canada (more on this place in a later post)…
…before arriving at a vantage point over the Ottawa River near the Alexandra Bridge. From here, we had a panoramic view of Parliament Hill, the river and Gatineau, Quebec, just across the river. The Capital Area of Ottawa, is sited along the Ontario/Quebec boundary, somewhat similar to Washington, D.C., but Ottawa does not have its own district per se.
The feature photo and the photo below are of the Houses of Parliament on the bank of the Ottawa River. These buildings were built in stages from 1857-1927. More detailed post to follow at a later date.
The Rideau locks were visible just to the left. These locks join the Ottawa River to the Rideau River through a series of canals and lakes.
With the fine weather, there were plenty of boats out and about (yeah, I know you all think we Canadians pronounce it ooot and aboooot).
The rising moon cast a bit more light as dusk deepened and the sun’s dying rays illuminated the Canadian Museum of History in Hull, Quebec. We sauntered slowly back to our hotel and the A/C. Tomorrow would be another day.