Un-beknownst to us when we planned our trip, the government was to fall on the very day we were sitting in the public gallery. Although we didn't stay for the actual vote as it seemed to be a foregone conclusion, we nonetheless saw the parliamentarians in fine form in the hours just prior to the vote. There were many a desk thumping "Hear Hear" and several spontaneous, standing ovations when a favourite opinion was stated. The members are not allowed to boo or to call each other names or even to speak directly to each other. All comments, are directed to the moderator - named The Speaker Of The House - and thus things are kept quite civil despite the noisy, enthusiastic 'carrying ons'.
Most of our following activities paled in comparison to the excitement of the fist-pumping, pontificating speeches we heard and saw in Parliament. But that afternoon, we did spend several hours at the National Art Gallery. With Peter as our personal art historian/expert we got a lot more out of the exhibits than we might have on our own. In the boutique, I bought my usual art show purchase- coffee mugs. This is a set of absolutely gorgeous, bone china mugs, displaying images of Tom Thompson paintings.
The box in itself is a work of art.
Hours were also spent at the Aviation Museum where by luck of a quiet day we had a personal guided tour. Then we were off to the mint, where I held a gold bar. In the movies you see them being tossed back and forth between robbers, but let me tell you, those suckers are heavy. 28 pounds to be exact. Tossing it would be a hernia-inducing experience, I'm sure.
On the last day, after five hours, full heads and tired feet, we had to leave the remainder of the National War Museum for another visit. This museum is worth the time and money if all one does is gape at the architecture. It is beyond outstanding.
Add into the weekend, great Italian Food, lunch in the same French Cafe that refused to take President Obama's money when he asked for cookies to take home to his girls, a breakfast of bagels baked over an open, wood-burning fire, Irish Draft, and dinner in the dark during Earth Hour and you have a pretty - excuse the pun- capital experience.
And knitting content returns tomorrow.