parliamentary procedure

At breakfast, we realized our pre-planned route would get us to Ottawa, so we threw out the plan. Get us to Ottawa, we told Lady Garmin. And she did.
The city is named for the Odawa of the First Nation. Somewhere along the line, the spelling was messed up.
Garmin took us Right Downtown in Toronto. Downtown.
I hate riding through major cities. I really hate riding through Downtown in major cities.
We squeezed into a spot on the curb (the parking lot guy wanted $15 minimum from each of us -- $45 total) and got photos in front of the CN Tower/Space Needle.
We mounted up and headed east.
At a lunch stop, an elderly woman welcomed us to Canada and celebrated our ride. She was in town for her high school reunion. She hadn't "seen some of these people for 45 years." I realized she finished school a year after I. Not so elderly, after all.
-- Rain? Mais certainement (close?) we would say in French Canada.
-- The farms in southern and eastern Ontario are truly beautiful -- to ward off touristy photographers, some even have No Trespassing signs at their drive.
-- Parliament plaza -- that's what I'm calling it because of the number of government buildings -- has a European feel. Massive buildings that look as if they were moved over from 17th century France.
--Tim Horton's restaurants are in every city and hamlet. And except for the apple fritters, the food is pretty ordinary,  in my opinion.
-- I'm continually surprised by the amount of rust on the cars up here.
-- We've not heard from Clark since he started for home three days ago... which can only mean he's either asleep at home or still riding.
-- Tomorrow, we turn the corner. We head south. We'll take pics at the Erie Canal, somewhere in the Finger Lakes and, mais certainment, in Titusville, PA.