Homeward once more

After a short morning stroll up to the Citadel, our last day saw us up and about reasonably early and off to explore the harbour and boardwalk after the hotel b’fast.  We wandered by the “Old Burying Ground” alongside both St. Paul’s and St. Matthew’s churches (being Sunday, we didn’t go in to look around the churches).  It was interesting to learn about the soldiers and sailors interred there, some 12,000 souls with only 1,200 headstones.  Some famous folks from the very earliest history of the Halifax harbour, and very worn and eroded headstones.  We had thought about trying the Henry House pub for our last lunch on the road as this was a favoured spot while Danny was at school here (Dalhousie), but we stumbled upon the Bicycle Thief and Myles had heard of it so we carried on our walk along the boardwalk around the Wharf Spin class.  I noticed what I thought was some very well conceived and created public art on the wharf of street lamps mimicking some of the tourist/student behaviours we had in fact observed last evening.  I was awoken at ~04:00 by the residual revellers stumbling around the streets outside our hotel.  We had noticed quite a few street festivals being set up yesterday and apparently well attended and parties well into the night.  I sense that Halifax is a very young and vibrant community and wondered how Danny managed to complete his engineering studies with such success?  Anyway, back to the boardwalk.  We had lunch at the Bicycle Thief and the Lobster Roll was excellent, so glad to have checked that box there.  After lunch, we were all showing the wear and tear of 17 days in a cramped vehicle and decided to just get out to the airport for the long flight home after:

17 days
3600 kms
10 hotels
4 provinces
2 flights
1 ferry

We agreed that the highlight of the adventure was our brief stay in PEI and wish we'd have made more time for that leg  hope to return for a longer stay.  Cape Breton was great, but I have to say that the Capers have elevated atrocious service to a fine art.  We all felt the sensation in Quebec that we were in a foreign country ("are you sure we don't need a passport to get out of this place?").  The intensity of the residual francophone influence in New Brunswick (Acadia) was unexpected and fascinating.

In the indefatigable words of my late Father, Great trip, glad to be home.