Last weekend was a three-day weekend for me and the Beav, so we decided to head down to Ottawa—a city that, like all other people we know, we neither love nor hate, instead finding it extremely odd, managing as it does to be both full of interesting things to do and yet unaccountably dull.
We were traveling down to see the Klee exhibition at the National Gallery, but decided to hold that for Day Two, thinking it would be less hectic to see it early Sunday morning. So after driving down, we stopped by the National Archives to see a small show on art about and collected by Canadian Prime Ministers. Then it was a short hop across the river to the Canadian Museum of History, where we toured the recently renovated Canadian History Hall and looked at some stamps. Then back across the river to wander a bit and to check into the hotel.
After a short break, we headed out for dinner at a great Indian buffet and then watch Green Book in Glebe.