|I did not eat all of this, really.|
|At Peggy’s Cove|
Every seaside town had its memorial to ships and fishermen lost at sea. It was a sobering reminder of the viciousness of life on the ocean.
|Smugglers cove where rum was hidden.|
|She loves those big chairs! Acadian flag.|
But to be honest, the quaintness of the coves wore off by about the sixth bend in the road, today’s two-a-day tides are no different from yesterday’s, and there is little music to be found, especially after September 1.
We were looking for a late dinner one night in Lunenburg, one of the busiest tourist areas with their brightly painted houses and businesses. The only place open at 9:00pm was Subway – seriously.