"This is sort of a stupid place for a lighthouse. It's right on the rocks."
Marco
A word of warning before we blog (click to enlarge):
Now that that’s out of the way, today we did our part at the most photographed lighthouse in the world. Welcome to Peggy’s Cove, population 120.
Do you know what’s actually inside the lighthouse? Clue: not a dirty old sailor. Answer: a post office! You may enter, purchase postcards at very reasonable prices, and then mail them out to all your friends and family (on pre-printed mailing labels… watch your mail, hint hint!) and your correspondence will be stamped “Peggy’s Cove”. A cheap but thrilling thrill, for sure.
Peggy’s Cove is exceptionally beautiful. The whole place is a postcard.
Apparently, the Frommer’s people thought so as well. Compare as you dare:
There aren’t too many “attractions” at Peggy’s Cove, which is nice because it preserves its unique character. One of the few is this:
It’s called the Great Monument and it was carved by a resident of Peggy’s Cove, William E. deGarthe, when he was in his 70’s. The relief is carved in pure granite, which is as hard as stainless steel. The monument tells the story of Peggy’s Cove. From left to right: fisherman’s family, Peggy of the Cove, fishermen at work.
At about 1 pm, it started to get ridiculously crowded. We got back in PT and headed off to Chester, a quiet village on the way to Lunenburg. I won’t bore you with blog of Chester, it’s very scenic but there’s not much there. The only thing of note is that while eating lunch at Kiwi Café
we were able to pirate (arr!) a free wireless connection from the theatre across the street and were thus able to bring you the Halifax blog entry.
As I write this, we are in Lunenburg and checked into the Boscawen Inn. The Boscawen is approximately a million times nicer than the “B” we previously stayed in. My only complaint is minor. Again, it appears that my definition of “has internet” does not correspond with the proprietors’. My definition involves me comfortably blogging from the four-poster-bedded splendor of my room. Their definition involves me camping out like a squatter in the main office and using the “spare computer”.
Is this an East Coast thing? Do people not care about internet in this province? Does “has internet” simply mean that the Inn itself has internet, or once had internet, or has heard about the miracle of the Inter Web? Sigh.
Tomorrow, we bring you Lunenburg. In the meantime, sunset by Marco.
Do you know what’s actually inside the lighthouse? Clue: not a dirty old sailor. Answer: a post office! You may enter, purchase postcards at very reasonable prices, and then mail them out to all your friends and family (on pre-printed mailing labels… watch your mail, hint hint!) and your correspondence will be stamped “Peggy’s Cove”. A cheap but thrilling thrill, for sure.
Peggy’s Cove is exceptionally beautiful. The whole place is a postcard.
Apparently, the Frommer’s people thought so as well. Compare as you dare:There aren’t too many “attractions” at Peggy’s Cove, which is nice because it preserves its unique character. One of the few is this:It’s called the Great Monument and it was carved by a resident of Peggy’s Cove, William E. deGarthe, when he was in his 70’s. The relief is carved in pure granite, which is as hard as stainless steel. The monument tells the story of Peggy’s Cove. From left to right: fisherman’s family, Peggy of the Cove, fishermen at work.At about 1 pm, it started to get ridiculously crowded. We got back in PT and headed off to Chester, a quiet village on the way to Lunenburg. I won’t bore you with blog of Chester, it’s very scenic but there’s not much there. The only thing of note is that while eating lunch at Kiwi Café
we were able to pirate (arr!) a free wireless connection from the theatre across the street and were thus able to bring you the Halifax blog entry.As I write this, we are in Lunenburg and checked into the Boscawen Inn. The Boscawen is approximately a million times nicer than the “B” we previously stayed in. My only complaint is minor. Again, it appears that my definition of “has internet” does not correspond with the proprietors’. My definition involves me comfortably blogging from the four-poster-bedded splendor of my room. Their definition involves me camping out like a squatter in the main office and using the “spare computer”.
Is this an East Coast thing? Do people not care about internet in this province? Does “has internet” simply mean that the Inn itself has internet, or once had internet, or has heard about the miracle of the Inter Web? Sigh.
Tomorrow, we bring you Lunenburg. In the meantime, sunset by Marco.
3 comments:
Oooooh nice sunset!
These are perhaps the most witty blog entries on FYFYI to date. I'm enjoying them immensely.
Hooray for the Boscowan! Isn't it lovely? Although I agree - their definitions need a little more work...
When I went to Peggy's Cove it poured rain and made the rocks so slippery I almost became one of those victims that sign refers to...I'm so glad you had such a beautiful day!
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