Canada Day is the equivalent of our July 4th. We made a group decision to skip
the crowds downtown and take a drive to Peggy's Cove. It was a good choice.
Our first look a Peggy's Cove revealed rugged beauty along the shore.
This is the overlook before entering the village.
Our motley but happy little crew sans the photographer.
The dogs have all made good friends among themselves.
I found a new friend. Haven't eaten a whole lot of fish for the reason
of Ed's "allergy." I would be grillin' a bunch but... Still waiting for
my first lobster.
I love this photo! Lobster traps. Could it be a modern art piece???
Ed called it the Lobster Hotel.
Peggy's Cove is highlighted with this charming lighthouse, lots of boulders
to climb upon, and the most extraordinary sea breeze.
Exactly what you would expect a tourist fisherman's village to look like.
Proof I'm not traveling alone
The Canada Day celebration included live music. Mostly Celtic and very enjoyable.
We left ahead of Ken and Jean. Ken later reported they had a contest to find who was
from the farthest point. He said we would have won, but who knows. Ken can be
a real jokester. Dare we might have become possessors of the groups
latest album. Maybe...
The Fisherman's Monument
Carved into the stone beside an art gallery
Another look at Peggy's Cove before leaving.
Day Two found us at the Citadel.
There are reenactors of all sorts. Marching,
firing guns and cannons, drilling, giving all sorts of information.
We were greeted by the bagpipers who took time to explain anything
we inquired about. These positions are summer jobs for young people.
The Citadel was built after the War of 1812 to protect Eastern Canada from
attack by the United States (!) and other aggressors.
It really has no history but they do march around nicely.
This is the museum inside.
Ed was surprised and appreciative of this exhibit.
There were Jewish volunteers who trained here to fight in WWI.
David Ben Gurion, the first Prime Minister of Israel, was one.
The changing of the guard
A view of Halifax from the Citadel.
We hiked downhill for lunch at Durty Nelly's Irish Pub.
We took a cab back up to our car.
Yum!
Those are onion rings on top of the burger and a Reuben with gouda.
Our last stop for the day was the Hydrostone neighborhood.
A huge explosion in the Halifax Harbor in 1917 with the power of the bomb
that destroyed Hiroshima when a French munition ship blew up killing 1700 civilians.
All the buildings are constructed of the white concrete blocks. It is now
home to a monument to the event and an assortment of upscale shops.
The waterfront is home to the Maritime Museum of the Atlantic.
First stop inside was to chat with these gentlemen building model ships.
They made sure we understood that they don't use kits.
A reflector from a local lighthouse
A model of the Mauretania, the ship that was torpedoed and sunk by the German's in 1915.
It belonged to the Cunard White Star Line like the Titanic.
The museum also has a small collection of Titanic artifacts.
This is a piece of carved quarter sawn oak paneling from one of the
great halls on the ship. The detail is beautiful and has a musical motif
since this room was often used for concerts.
Small recovered items. Many of these floating items were picked up by rescuers
during the disaster. Now, generations later, families are donating them
to the museum.
The small piece came from the 1st class grand stairway. The
plaster replication is for touching to stress the finite detail.
All things seaworthy are represented. Ropes to touch and marvel
at the thickness...
...or dream about modeling as the latest figure head.
The museum also has a ship to tour - the Acadia.
It's a working steamship with docents to answer and explain everything.
Ed also toured this ship, the Sackville, on the adjacent dock...
...while I picked up a sailor on the boardwalk.
(Eat your heart out, Sue Golden)
We toured the wharf area before heading back for the day.
There's this hurricane named Arthur that's due to hit us tomorrow.
A whole new adventure for we desert dwellers...
More news to follow.
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