Aug. 23rd
Weekend in OttawaWe headed into Ottawa on Saturday morning with a mission: get funky/dressy clothes for going to the show on Sunday night. Seeing as we had pretty grand seats we needed something appropriate to wear, and we had nothing except for dirty camping clothes. After walking down a road that we thought may have some second-hand stores without luck, we stopped into the library to gather more info. We were pointed in the right direction, made a list of possible shops and found ourselves enjoying the boutiques and shops of Elgin St.
S had heard of St. John the Evangelist, Anglican Church and wanted to take a look and... voila! A used clothing community shop that was only open on Saturdays in the church basement! We both took our time browsing in there and P needed to use the changing room at least 4 times. Content with a complete evening attire for both of us we walked out with a full plastic bag of clothes, accessories and shoes (total $32.).
By this time we were in desperate need of a second cup of coffee - Bridgehead Coffee to the rescue. One of the best cups of coffee ever!

Next on the agenda was lunch (S was getting grumpy without food). We walked further down Elgin St. to check out the beautiful restaurants and colourfully(!) dressed people preparing for the Gay Pride Parade. We finally settled on a place called the Lieutenants Pump where they started by apologizing that they were only serving brunch until 2:30pm. That turned out to satisfy us quite nicely! We enjoyed a big, fancy and fruity lunch.
Then off to the National Art Gallery, but a funny thing happened on the way... P says, "Hey, that guy looks like Mayor Fred (the mayor of Hamilton)."
(Flashback to the previous evening in the Byward Market) P says, "There's a guy over there who looks like Mayor Fred." S replies, "is it him?" P says, "NO, it doesn't look like him
that much."
(Back to Saturday) P says, "But that actually is Mayor Fred!" Pointing to a casually dressed elected official sitting outside a parking garage smoking a cigar. "It IS Mayor Fred! Hi Mayor Fred."
And that's when the Mayor of Hamilton, Fred Eisenberger (fries-n-burger is an easy way to remember his name) hopped up, cigar in hand, and began to chat with us about cycling holidays, great Canadian cities and asked us to drop him a line when we got back to Hamilton.
Finally arrived at the National Art Gallery - it was huge!! Saw some modern photography that wasn't at all impressive. Enjoyed some landscapes by the Group of Seven and a fascinating exploration of the 1930's through different forms of Art. Perhaps too much to take in in one day, and we wished for more time before it closed and felt a little rushed. P did get to see a real VanGogh and a Dali.
Sat outside the Gallery, watching many wedding couples being photographed, when S looked at P's leg and said, "That is poison ivy!" The unmistakable line of tiny dots were on her leg. S has a long and painful history with the evil rash. So we began a new mission: find a walk-in clinic and get a prescription. Problem: there were no such clinics open on Saturday evening and it just wasn't worth waiting in an emergency room.
Somewhat miserable and indecisive about food we headed back towards the campsite. Once there the plan was formed to wash everything we had... leaving us nothing to wear except swimming costumes and long underwear (we looked like a German gymnastics team). Eventually had dinner, a campfire, and roasted marshmallows.
Sigmund napped all day.