Charleston Interlude

For the past two weeks I’ve been at home, taking a rest from the travel. But even on vacation, and during the hottest week of Georgia’s summer, I couldn’t resist a short weekend trip to one of the south’s most beautiful cities: Charleston, South Carolina.

In Charleston, I ditched the pool for Sullivan Island’s beach. Dark-haired, spirited Princess Cate played in the surf with me, and we jumped the waves while shouting our dreams against the wild salty air. Our hair tangled in the briny waves; our fingers grew pruny. But we stayed in the warm surging waves until nightfall when the moon rose full over us. 

  

 The next day, we explored King’s Street in Charleston.
Blue Bicycle Books is unassuming, but holds treasures.    

    
 
This is the reading room, filled with literary fiction of all kinds.  

This book is necessary for all women, in my opinion. What a howler!  

From the bookstore, I turned to antique stores. 

Below, an eloquent proposition.   
        

You fall in love with Charleston’s gardens and courtyards and alleys.  

Art is everywhere here.  
There’s no regretting the time taken to explore this amazing city. Charleston, until we meet again.

-The Dauntless Princess-

Special Library Edition: Canadian Parliament

It’s no secret: libraries are one of my favorite things ever. Yesterday morning I got to tour Canadian Parliament! And I discovered another insanely beautiful treasure of a book-hoard.

“It’s fifty-five degrees in Ottawa this morning,” the radio told me, “with a strong wind blowing cold from the north.” My phone confirmed the degrees in Celcius: 13. Ah, Canadian summer! And I hadn’t brought a jacket, either. So it was just me in my short-sleeves waiting for the tour with a diverse group of strangers.

  
“Is there anyone in the group who would prefer the information in another language besides English or French?” called out short, curly-haired tour guide Sophia as we gathered after security. Booklets were available in many languages. “Italiano!” one woman called boldly. How many? Eight. “Spanish!” Two. “German?” A schoolkid. Of course! One for her. But some were clearly not from Canada and hadn’t requested their language. The several Asian families with us hadn’t spoken up.

“Anyone else? Another language besides English and French?” tour guide Sophia called again, eyeing them. They caught that she was looking at them especially and one dad said, rather hopelessly, “Chinese?” 

“Of course!” said Sophia, and dashed off for the booklets. They looked rather shocked and extremely pleased to have a non-western language in their hands. They considered us? their faces said. The dad took Sophia’s picture.

We toured the marble halls with gorgeous arches, where we were forbidden to stop and take pictures, but of course I did anyway. I’m  refusing to crop out the guard’s face just so you can catch his expression.

  
Finally, we came to the old library. It’s one of the oldest parts of the building; it survived a fire thanks to its heavy iron doors. We filed in silently, but the excitement was in the air as tourists gestured to each other and took many photos. It’s a round room with a domed top. In the middle of the room is a marble statue, stark and white against the dark books and wood carvings. Around the room’s walls, sections of books proliferate in sections and shelves; they smell faintly musty. The room is refined, orderly, and peaceful. 

   
   
   
   
I had to leave the tour after that to return to giving my own castle tours… But what a pleasure. And I hadn’t even known the library in Canadian Parliament was an item of interest!  Definitely a bonus to an already intriguing tour.

-The Dauntless Princess-

  

Ottawa on Foot: Episode 2

Last night my co-worker and I carpooled to the city and whiled away the summer evening exploring. Which for us, of course, included climbing things not meant to be climbed, laughing about words you really can’t say in front of the American Embassy, and chasing a grumpy groundhog back down his hole. 

Below is some scenery, and I’ve included a few cool snaps too. Enjoy!  

  
This East Parliament wing provides office spaces for Canada’s high officials… And is still my favorite piece of architecture downtown.

  
The Rideau River flows through Ottawa, framed by Parliament and Chateau Laurier.

  
Another view of the Chateau Laurier over the river. So beautiful in the sunset.

  
Alongside the river, this beautiful bridge mimics the water’s movement. 

  
Where does this door go? Who knows. The graffiti is stoic: “secret” and “restricted” as if officials posted their orders in spray paint.

   
 
The basilica from below. “It looks like Naboo,” said Clarke, my co-worker, and there was no getting the resemblance out of my head after that.

  
At the Samuel de Champlain monument overlooking the canal, friends gather to enjoy the moment. On the other side of the water is Quebec.

  
Street lights and Notre Dame cathedral.

  
After walking the eternity, Clarke and I went to the Fish Market and guzzled so much water we impressed and annoyed the waitress, who gave us bigger glasses. Upstairs in the restaurant, this floating door to nowhere stirred my imagination.

What a beautiful evening… In such a beautiful city.

-The Dauntless Princess-

Why Canada Day is Important for Americans Too

As a kid growing up, I secretly read ahead through all my homeschool history textbooks.  “Save it so you have something new to read later!” my mom squawked when she caught me, taking the books away and shoving me toward the library for extracurricular reading (she was limited on curriculum).  By fourth grade, though, I’d read all the material.

Some stories I still remember vividly, especially from early American history: the disappearing Roanoke colony, the Salem witch trials, the way the Indians taught the Pilgrims to bury fish heads with their corn seed to fertilize it. There was a charming tale of a Puritan church deacon who pricked a sleeping congregation member with a large thorn on the end of his staff, and the man jumped awake, shouting, “Curse you, woodchuck!”

One of the most impressive stories from that period wasn’t set in America.  It was set in present-day Canada, and in honor of Canada Day, I want to tell that story here. Here is the fascinating war story that determined so much not just for our friendly neighbor to the north, but for us in America as well.

Since the discovery of the new world, the French had had major holdings in North America, including the territory that is now Canada.  However, the Isle of the Mighty disputed their claims during the Seven Years’ War (also called the French and Indian War, 1754-1763) and quickly moved in.  They pushed the French to the north, but Quebec City remained a stubborn French stronghold not easily defeated.  The Battle of the Plains of Abraham in 1759 just outside Quebec City was the turning point in this struggle between the French and British.

The French, under General Louis-Joseph de Montcalm, defended Quebec City with its strategic location on the St. Lawrence River.  Montcalm had joined the military very early in life, and since he was a seasoned leader, King Louis XV chose him specifically to lead the French forces in New France.  Things were going well for him: options were limited for British attack from land, and he had his back to the cliffs along the river.  The British could not scale the cliffs… or so he thought.

Major General James Wolfe, leading the British forces, came to the new world a veteran commander whose father had also been a distinguished military leader.  Having been frustrated assailing the Quebec City stronghold by land, he sailed up the St. Lawrence River and did what Montcalm had thought was impossible: took his army up the cliffs and attacked.  In one night, General James Wolfe displayed incredible energy and determination when his four thousand five hundred British troops scaled the cliffs to fight the French.

Montcalm (understandably!) worried that if Wolfe had been able to bring his army up the cliffs, then he might also be able to bring up his cannons.  Wolfe’s maneuver was a complete success.  The French evacuated the city and from that day on, French power in the new world diminished to almost nothing.  The British had the upper hand in New France. And today, New France is called Canada.

Imagine for a moment that Wolfe’s insane tactic had failed, and the British had not been so successful in New France.  The French would have increased their power against depleted post-war Britain and French influence would have spread – culture, language, religion, and political power – to the colonies.  Wolfe’s victory was significant not only because it influenced the creation of modern-day Canada, but also because it helped the colonies later to gain support from the French during the American Revolution.

July the 4th is coming up for us Americans, but let’s also celebrate today: Canada isn’t still New France.  No country functions in a vacuum, independent of its neighbors. 1759 may have been a long time ago, but the fact that an army scaled the cliffs along the St. Lawrence River helped determine our ability to celebrate both days.

Happy Canada Day,

~The Dauntless Princess~