Happy Birthday, Scott!

My handsome husband turned 48 today. We feted him with gifts suited for travel --socks and gonch. After a slow morning (due to wretched jet lag), we made our way to Benny's Bistro on Murray St., our friend Geoffrey's recommendation. 

Girl drinks for bday breakfast. 

All our meals were perfect.  SO SO SO GOOD. 

The rest of the day was great, but I'm too tired to give many details, so here are pictures of highlights with less commentary:

US Embassy flying the pride banner. 

Llamas at Byward Market.  Byward is a fabulous outdoor shopping area, sort of a cross between Granville Island and Portobello Road in London. 

Girls getting henna tattoos at Byward Market. 

The glorious National Gallery of Canada, one of my favourite places on the world, partly because of Maman. 

You can stand under a glass-bottomed pond, and this is how the light dapples. 

This garden is actually inside. 

It's just so grand and elegant!

And it contains such unique pieces. 

Back outside to increasing heat. Ugh. But lovely vistas. 

Scott's bday evening consisted of a yummy dinner in our hotel and then Toruk by Cirque du Soleil.  UNBELIEVABLE dancing, acrobatics, gymnastics, lighting, sets, and artistry. Don't ask me for the plot; I was just transfixed on the visuals. It was in the Canadian Tire Centre, home of the Ottawa Senators. 

And now we're wiped.