@Frank Apisa,
Back in the early '80s, I met an entrepreneurial type of fellow who had just bought some property in my community and wanted to develop a dried fish business. He knew an engineer in Ottawa who had developed a new system for processing and drying fish and he invited me to go up there to meet the man and get ideas on what we'd have to do to work up a proposal and sell it to potential investors back in Maine.
We left in the dark of the early morning and headed north, through the back country and crossed into Quebec and then headed west, through Montreal, and finally arriving in Ottawa where we met an old friend of his who was kindly putting us up for two nights. Late that afternoon she took us on a little tour of the city. The city was cosmopolitan, filled with people of all nationalities. She asked if we wanted to see the Prime Minister's official residence and then drove us right up to the front door, guarded by two Mounties. She then drove us downtown and pointed out a luncheonette where the PM often ate. And then, even better, she pointed out Pierre Trudeau himself who was seated right there at his customary table. So unlike the USA...