En Francais??

We left Nevis and grabbed some additional supplies and started our trek to the east.  First stop was Ottawa where we found a Parkade near Parliament Hill and walked around the perimeter. There are spectacular views of the Ottawa River valley from the back.  Noticed a heavy police and security presence after passing a spirited discussion between a young cyclist with a back pack on the front steps.  Wondered down by the Chateau Laurier and down into the market area where we spotted a veranda overlooking the human traffic (Pour House).  Great table allowed for some primo people watching.  Ran into the Mark and Paul Gallant Families there.  After lunch, at the suggestion of our waitress, hopped in a Uber to cross over to the Museum of Civilization - oops, Museum of History.  Apparently “civilization” triggered someone???  Spent several hours to only cover a part of the museum - very enlightening, but a long haul.  Decided to see if we could water taxi across the river to Bytown (named after Joseph By - instramental in building the locks up from the river to the start of the Rideau canal system.  I had learned that the canals were conceived after the war of 1812 wherein the risk of a naval blockade of the Saint Lawrence could have devastating consequences for the British dominion of Canada..  These canals connect Ottawa to Kingston and thus the Great Lakes.  After contemplating the climb from the river up Parliament Hill from the perspective of the Museum, we decided to walk across the bridge instead to maintain some elevation.  I was a nice walk along boardwalk and up to the war memorial where we stopped briefly to pay respect.  Back to the car for the pleasant drive to Montreal.  Found our loft apartment near Notre Dame and nearby parking.  The loft is a bit sketchy, but will suffice, Once settled in, off we went to commence our Voyage Gastronomie with Myles identifying th nearby (not so nearby) Boullion Bilk which he had been wanting to try since a previous visit to Montreal.  Very fine dining indeed.  Matthew asked what the name of the restaurant might mean, I offered “Boullion is soup stock and they just bilked me out of $500”. Walk to and from passed interesting street people with one scary but harmless fellow accosting us about our sexual preference.