We came upon Ottawa House Museum quite by accident, having never heard of it before.
By chance we saw a sign along the road while driving through Parrsboro and decided to check it out.
While most museums have the standard rope across doorways to keep people out, there were no such barriers in this grand old house.
Miss A. couldn’t believe her luck and went right to the closet that once belonged to the lady of the house, to investigate what finery she might find there.
On the beach out front, the water was oh so warm and there were great mounds of giant seaweed that occupied her for the rest of our little visit.
