Chapter 23Many describe the Rideau Canal as Ottawa’s most famous landmark. It weaves its way through the city in a quiet flow of silver waters that turns into a ribbon of ice, to the delight of thousands of avid skaters, during the winter months.
Aziz and James had concluded their shopping, leaving me to do my own, earlier in the afternoon. The two men were sitting on a bench now, facing the canal – waiting for me.
“I wonder where she is, actually. She should be here by now,” James said, looking at his watch.
“There she is,” Aziz uttered, waving at me when I was coming down the path towards them.
“Good. Now we can get back to the hotel and get some rest – I hate these shopping trips. It’s the same with Corinne and the kids...”
“You mean you go shopping with your wife?”
“More often w
