In about seven hours time, I hop on an airplane to Ottawa. Why? Well, my sister’s there. And apparently they’ve got some great museums. And we’ll be making a side trip to Montreal — where, I am told, I must crawl up the stairs of St. Joseph’s Oratory, and dress up really nice if I want to get into any of the nightclubs. Er, discothèques, rather.
See you on the other side.