Visualize a capital where even beavers in suits turn heads. That’s the vibe in Ottawa. Read more now on Canada Capital
Forget just politics—Ottawa’s brimming with folklore, frozen sidewalks, and cultural flavor. No need to gloss over the good stuff.
Ottawa got the capital title in 1857 thanks to Queen Victoria and clever geography. No identity crisis here—Ottawa stands firm.
Expect greetings in both languages—even if your latte comes with a side of confusion.
Heading to the Hill? Between the copper roofs and gargoyle decor, it’s part parliament, part fairy tale.
Summer means lawn lounging; winter brings glowing spectacles. Visitors take selfies like squirrels stashing nuts for winter.
And then there are the festivals. Yes, people actually have fun outside in -20°C at Winterlude.
This icy stretch holds a Guinness World Record—and yes, you’ll see your share of slips.
During tulip season, it’s like Ottawa borrowed Holland’s color palette. And for once, blooms steal the spotlight from bureaucrats.
It’s not all pomp and policy. It’s where local life plays out between fruit stands and buskers.
If you don’t eat a butter tart, did you even visit? Fuel up with a peameal sandwich and you’re good to go.
You might learn that skating wasn’t always its main use.
Museums here don’t mess around.
Whether you love battles or bacteria, there’s a display waiting. The Gallery’s guardian? A spider statue that could star in your nightmares. This thing could carry your SUV.
Location-wise, it’s kind of brilliant. One bridge gets you to a whole new province. Cross-culture commute in minutes. Signage here is half Franglais, all charm. Summer is all green and bikes and crowded festivals.
Winter? It’s a full-contact sport here.
There’s an old joke: six months of winter, six of worse winter. Still, people get outside, layered like onions. To many, it’s “buttoned-up capital” vibes. Scratch the surface and you’ll find personality. Tour guides who double as comedians and pastry fa