The Ghetto

On one of our few nights in New York, our lovely guide Nina took us on a whirlwind drive through where she used to live -- Chinatown. As far as I could tell, it had a fairly stereotypical movie feel. You could well imagine the triads having a shady deal on one street, whilst the mafia puff on some cigars in a basement round the corner.

A remembered dream

A room half filled with a wall of water, the other half filled with air and no divide in between. Fishes swimming in the water, around head height. I can seemingly move between the two without difficulty or affecting the division. I can hear the fishes wondering what happens if they swim through the water out into the air. One does. I quickly move it back into the water. It swims away, then another three fling themselves out into the air...

A nice meal

After a surprisingly hot walk from Ottawa to Gatineau across the Alexandra Bridge, it was a pleasant to find that the beeline for the nearest bit of shade was the Café du Musée, part of the Canadian Museum of Civilization.

Lunch consisted of cold white wine, vichyssoise, baked salmon (with a kind of tasty foamy sauce, dauphinoise potatoes, summer veg) and a pretty good view of the Ottawa River and Parliament Hill.