In recent months I have become accustomed to a very civilized mid-afternoon cappuccino chased by patisserie. Don't knock the Daily Palmier (Sometimes Two) Diet until you've tried it, folks. I lost 15 pounds in Paris despite eating an amount of refined carbohydrate equivalent to Air Canada's carry-on allowable weight. Sure, it may have had
The point of this blog is to cajole me out of my 1,100-square-foot semi-detached oasis and into the cold, mean streets of the nation's capital. And so, with that in mind, I set out this past Sunday intent on exploring the city with the eye of a tourist. First stop? Parliament Hill and the ByWard Market. Mais oui. This past May marked five
Ottawa Diva is a spoiled bitch. The idea for this website came to her during a three-month stint in Paris in 2009. She put down her Grand Marnier and Nutella crêpe only long enough to ask, "Why don't I love Ottawa like I love Paris?" And then she kept eating. The answer, she thought, was all about attitude. Paris has it; Ottawa... well... not
