There was room for me in the back of the taxi with all the luggage — barely.
It was raining but here’s a few sights from the taxi. Here’s the National Gallery.
I’m now back in Calgary trying to stay awake. I managed to avoid the drug sniffing dog at the airport (who I wasn’t sure would react to old smoked weed smell) and got all of Allie’s stuff back into my office, formerly known as Allie’s bedroom.