fajrdrako | Walking behind Parliament Hill...

Walking with Lisa at lunchtime has always been a wonderful thing to do. Today, I met her at her office downtown, and she took me on a path I hadn't discovered before, behind Parliament Hill.

We had to do down a lot of stairs. (This is just one segment.) The cliff behind Parliament Hill is rather high; when looking at it, I always think of Department H, the mysterious spy agency housed underground there in X-Men in John Byrne's time.
Halfway down, we could look back and see the scaffolding for the renovations of one of the towers on the Parliament Buildings. "Must be Gothic," said Lisa, because when we were in Europe in the 1980s, we saw that every Gothic building we encountered was entirely surrounded by scaffolding.
On a peninsula into the River, we saw this little guy. He seemed blissed out on whatever he was eating, and didn't mind us walking by or staring at him. He ignored the runners on the path, but when a bicycle came near, he ran.
Near the bridge, we puzzled over these things. Couldn't figure out what they were, or what they were for. Some of the parts were numbered "4" and "7" with the numbers stricken out.
At the tip of the peninsula, was a plaque proclaiming this the beginning of the Rideau Trail. I noticed part of the Rideau Trail when we were driving near Westport, about 80 km away, yesterday. That's incredibly cool.
From that spot on the tip of the peninsula, there was a picture-postcard view of Ottawa: from left to right, the spires of Notre-Dame Cathedral; the Library of Parliament and the Peace Tower of the Parliament Buildings; the back of the Supreme Court building.