it's been a busy few weeks, and an extraordinarily busy weekend, in particular because my sister (who I always want to call little but is really 27) was visiting.
We covered a lot of ground in the city this weekend - from St. Henri to Jean Talon and back again.
There were tacos, and macarons, a marathon, pedicures and fish nibbling our toes (not kidding), farmer's markets, cider samplings, and an inordinate amount of shopping (including the purchase of some VERY red boots I can't wait for a good reason to wear).
The hardest part of leaving Ottawa is cramming everyone I love into little three-day snippets like this. Two hours away is further away than it seems.