There have always been names of certain locales that strike me as impossibly exotic and intriguing. Mombasa. Mozambique. Tasmania. Don't laugh, but "Halifax" was always on that list for me. So fun to finally be there! Lovely city with an interesting waterfront and gorgeous public gardens.
The nearby fishing villages were even more beautiful, though. First, Peggy's Cove and its iconic lighthouse.
Then, fancier Mahone Bay, where my mom wants to move and work part-time at the yarn store and part-time at the quilting store.
And finally, Lunenburg: the entire town is a UNESCO World Heritage site. We had fishcakes at Magnolia's before walking along the harbor front, including visiting its memorial to local fishermen (they all seemed to be men) and ships lost at sea as far back as anyone could figure at whatever point the memorial was created. Happily, there doesn't appear to have been a death since 2004, whereas up through the end of the 20th century, there were many deaths every year--sometimes dozens.
Southeast of Halifax are the less photo-ready (but also fishing) villages like Tangier, where we did a half-day kayaking trip with a local outfitter. So fun to paddle among rocky islands centered with weathered-looking pines, with osprey circling to defend their nests whenever we approached and fascinating geology at every turn.
And then, after a beautiful, action-packed week in Nova Scotia, it was time to move on. I'd have been much more unwilling to go if the day wasn't so rainy and the means wasn't a massive ferry bound for a--dare I say it?--even more exotic locale: Newfoundland!
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