I won’t say that getting me to venture into the Centre of this Ville is like pulling teeth, but it’s true that one of my primary reasons for heading that way is dental appointments. By contrast, visitors from out-of-town have no bad feelings about our down-town, unencumbered as they are by repetitive-strain injuries from parking, avoiding street protests or street people, or navigating narrow-to-start streets made even more narrow by blocking off space for bicycle traffic.
Houseguests over the Canadian Thanksgiving weekend decided that the ideal place for brunch would be a classic deli/diner in the heart of the Byward Market–and it’s hard to argue the point–and so I found myself down-town on a cold and grey Ottawa Sunday. And thus it was that I was reminded that nothing is all good or all bad. Down-town may have its down-sides, but it also has great reflections.
I’ve never figured out why straight-on reflections of indubitably straight buildings end up all wavy-like, but they do. I’d like to say that it’s because I haven’t tried to understand; I suspect the lack of attempt is not the lack that is the problem.
