Imagine a place where beavers in business attire could cause a traffic jam. Welcome to the real Ottawa. Read more now on Canada Capital
Beyond the red tape lies a city with tales, traditions, and tundra-level winters. But let’s not skim the surface.
Canada crowned Ottawa its capital in 1857—part strategy, part symbolism. Unlike your indecisive friend at brunch, Ottawa knows who it is.
Expect greetings in both languages—even if your latte comes with a side of confusion.
Want Parliament Hill? The Gothic Revival design makes it feel like Hogwarts had a Canadian cousin.
Whether it's picnic blankets or snow boots, the Hill hosts both. It’s a hotspot for shutterbugs with squirrel-like urgency.
And then there are the festivals. Rideau Canal becomes the world’s slickest highway during Winterlude.
Bring your skates and your sense of humor.
Then comes tulip time—like a floral invasion from the Netherlands. Finally, more flowers than politicians.
Beyond the politics lies the soul. ByWard Market is full of food, flair, and accordion solos.
Grab a butter tart—you won’t regret it Peameal bacon between bread is the real MVP.
You might learn that skating wasn’t always its main use.
Museums here don’t mess around.
From First Nations to fighter jets—it’s all covered. The National Gallery has a massive spider out front—yes, really. Think Shelob, but friendlier—and with an art degree.
The city’s position? Strategic and scenic. Cross a bridge and voilà—bonjour Québec. Cross-culture commute in minutes. Bilingual scribbles on every street sign. Summer smells like barbecues and sunscreen at street festivals.
Winter? It’s a full-contact sport here.
Locals joke: Ottawa has two seasons—ice and not-so-nice. Still, people get outside, layered like onions. The stereotype? Suits, policies, and poker faces. But look closer and you’ll find warmth and wit. Tour guides who double as comedians and pastry fa