Cape St Mary

The focal point of our second and final day (unfortunately) with Mr and Mrs Saint took us from Yarmouth to another lighthouse, Cape St Mary (or Cape St Mary's). This part of Nova Scotia and for much of the way to Digby is Acadian (ie French), and when we had driven earlier from Digby to Yarmouth, I was surprised as the shore unfolded as almost one continuous village.




There is some confusion in my mind whether it's St Mary as on this sign or St Mary's as I've seen on some maps. Maybe it's that confusion that messed up The Saints head. Cuppa and Minny don't seem perturbed by his loss: quite the opposite, it seems.



You see, he's still searching for his missing brain in this picture. I've heard of Saints losing their heads in times past but doubt they could walk about looking for it after the severing.



Cuppa in front of the somewhat rusty lighthouse. She's was holding onto her hat quite a bit that day. Talk about windy.



My favourite photo from Cap Ste-Marie (to use the other language): perhaps due to the blue sky and cirrus clouds in the background.



Cuppa and Minny braved the wind all of the way to the point.




Some images from the point.





I later took this picture of the lighthouse from a nearby beach.



And this from even farther away ...



... where we had stopped for lunch at a restaurant overlooking the sea.



We landlubbers really liked that restaurant ...



... which also seemed please our Yarmouthian hosts.



So, fie on you: overblown, touristy Peggy. We did just fine without ye.