Ottawa is one of my favorite cities. Not least because signs of intelligent life are everywhere.
Listen, you can’t throw a tantrum without hitting a sign of one sort or another.
Ottawa has a shrine for human rights. It is a very striking edifice. Alas, rumor has it that when we make it the 51st state, we’re going to rename it Trump’s Triumph.
Demonstrations are as common as the cold in Ottawa.
Ottawa’s bus shelters are all about freedom of choice. You can choose to adopt a cat, or you can choose to hire a lobbyist.
Ottawa’s lovers like to seal their commitment by affixing locks to a Rideau Canal bridge. Legend has it that, once affixed, your love will be steadfast forever. Or at least until such time as the bridge collapses into the canal under the sheer weight of locks.
Oh Canada!
It is fair to say that there is a diversity of opinion in the streets of Ottawa.
They are restoring the historic Parliament building using only authentic colonial era cranes and plastic wrap and employing skilled workers who have been trained in the techniques of their distant forefathers.
Ottawa is using shipping containers to provide spaces for small start-up businesses, like this Coffee Collective in Bytown.
This is the U.S. Embassy, tucked in safely behind thick bollards and other protective barriers. Right next door is the National Gallery, where they appear to be running surveillance on the U.S. Embassy.
Ottawa goes to considerable pains to protect pedestrians and cyclists with dedicated bike lanes, wide sidewalks, ample signage and bi-ped bridges. Alas, traffic is growing and the cars seem to be winning.
Canada celebrates its diversity and inclusiveness. As opposed to its southern neighbor, where we celebrate hating each other.
Bracing for Halloween.
If you can’t find a rest room in Ottawa you may be legally blind.
Canadians insist on being warm and fuzzy. A condition for which I fear there is no cure.
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