I’m bound and determined to at least have lunch at the Fairmont. We dress chicly, but with multiple layers… It’s very crisp out…33 degrees when we awoke…but the sky is sparklingly clear. We call a cab and go to town to shop and dine. Banff is charming, though now a bit of a mess. They are “refreshing”, a lovely word for tearing up the main street to repair pipes! The “Georgetown Project” could have perhaps used better verbage! We find a lot of little treasures and walk up to the hotel for lunch.
It is grand. They are serving lunch on the terrace overlooking aquamarine water and a golf course. The Rockies soar all around. We order drinks and just stare at the beauty of it all. I couldn’t possibly resist the truffles and morel macaroni and cheese! It is served with a half grilled gruyere sandwich on rosemary bread and what they are billing as homemade ketchup, which turns out to be akin to a tomato soup. It’s a totally indulgent lunch and we loved every minute of it.
We head back to Tor and appreciate the surroundings all over again. It didn’t seem so bad that we couldn’t stay at the Fairmont…we kind of get the best of both worlds.
Though I’ve always loved to sit the garden and watch our resident animal population, I’ve never been into bird watching. Just saw three huge black and white birds hopping through the woods. Pull out the Sibley’s and identify them as magpies. Rather interesting…our mode of entertainment is definitely shifting.
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