Teller me on a Sunday

Sunday morning in Ottawa. The workshop had finished the evening before. I’d recovered from flight outrage and pigeon dawn.  My replacement room had been palatial with stunning views of demonstrations around City Hall.

Now I could check out and wander round Ottawa for the day before getting the bus to the airport for the evening flight home.

Perfect.

Just needed to get some cash as I was down to a few coins and then a day of pure pleasure, peace and relaxation. Continue reading