Here we are in Halifax. So far, the nicest surprises have been the whirlpool bath in our hotel room ...
The impressive numbers of fine old homes once occupied by one or the other Father of Confederation and since turned into a nice place to have truly delicious fish 'n' chips and seafood chowder (that would be Henry House, properly famous for those two things on its menu)...
The plentiful opportunities to take pictures of Halifax children doing things they have most categorically and clearly been told not to do, in this case climb on this big blue tongue (Bruce says its a wave) sculpture ...
Plus the plentiful reminders of the wars our forefathers and mothers fought ...
And the visually challenging juxtapositions of old and new school aesthetics ...
Finally, the practically limitless places to sit and enjoy a refreshing beverage, as we did at the Wooden Monkey on Prince Street late yesterday afternoon while we killed time and I nursed my hip before going to Press Gang (I highly recommend the oysters) for dinner.
Thanks for reading!
Karen
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