St John's Anglican Church

Through much of the Maritimes, you see pristine, little, white, Protestant churches. When you get to Catholic communities, cathedral-like structures become the norm. In Lunenburg, we saw a mixture of the two traditions: a white Protestant church built on a semi grand scale. The doors were open, and Cuppa is at the entrance in this picture.



Using a high ISO and a slow shutter speed, I was able to take these pictures inside. The remarkable thing was that ten years ago, this church was pretty badly gutted by fire. The restoration has been pretty remarkable. I can hardly fathom that sufficient funds could be raised in these modern times.





Th th th that's all folks. I could post a few pics of the Halifax Harbour and our trip home, but enough is enough.

Lunenburg

I had seen some neat pictures of neat buildings in Lunenburg, and I said to myself, "Neat! I want to go there." So we stopped on the way from Yarmouth to Halifax. It's true, there were lots of neat buildings, but it was just a disappointing tourist trap sort of place for me. There were lots of over-priced shops and over-priced restaurants and lots of people and cars, so that it was hard to get any neat pictures. But such as I have I leave with you.










It is a pretty town built on a steeply slanting shore which makes strolling around quite an exercise in ... er ... exercise, but a quaint, little out of the way fishing village it ain't. While Lunenburg might be the prettiest tourist town that I'll ever see, I was happy to move on after a disappointing little walkabout. Perhaps I'd have felt differently if I hadn't dropped in at the height of tourist season when everybody and her dog (literally) were also dropping in. Can't stand dem gawking tourists. Of course, my impressions were also doubtless affected by the reality that I and my stomach were not in the pink of condition by the time we made this stop.

Ye Dratted Olde Hipsters

It's been a month since I wrote briefly of the anticipation of our impending trip Down East. Now, with only a few days to go, both Cuppa and I find ourselves a little apprehensive because of old age creeping into our hips. We're not sure how the old hipsters will respond to so much car time. It's about an eighteen hour drive to our main destination, and although we plan on overnight breaks, we're still not sure how far we'll be able to go on any given day. So, how do we make plans on where to stay, and if we don't make plans, will every motel be filled in midsummer, particularly on a weekend? Sigh.

I already take Celebrex, which is very effective for certain aches and pains but doesn't seem to affect whatever is going on in my hip. The doctor has said that Tylenol for Arthritis often works well in conjunction with Celebrex; I haven't tried it yet, but we are now the proud owners of a bottle and live in hope. We don't leave until Friday, so we have a few days to dither and stew.

Meanwhile, above and below are pics of the Cabot Trail in Cape Breton, Nova Scotia. I'm not sure if we'll get there this time because our main stop is southern Nova Scotia, not northern, so we'll shall see what we shall see. I would like to visit up there again, both for the scenery and the culture — they sure know how to fiddle up there.

I wonder if this will be our last road trip? I hope not because I rather enjoy these trips once we are on our way: the getting ready hardly being a barrel of laughs, however.