Halifax

I've stayed in several Airbnb accommodations, but none of them ever appeared to be inhabited by a real human being until we reached Halifax, the capital of Nova Scotia.

Modest in size with outdoor rhododendrons in full bloom, the conveniently-located house reflected our host's taste, progressivism and consideration.  Her welcome note encouraged us to "eat everything you can touch."  We didn't have to do that because Joe brought a coffee grinder for his own beans as well as a batch of homemade granola.

The mannequin wearing a bra in the master bedroom suggested our host also possessed a winking, feminist sense of humor, too.

The Canadian national pastime is inescapable, as we discovered in a large park while exploring the city on foot.

It starts early, too.

The Citadel, an old fort, offers wraparound views of the city.

Of course there are easier ways to get to the top.

 

 Halifax, which faces the Atlantic, is all about the water.

The old mixes with the new a little uneasily.

Unintentional use of a filter can send a street back in time!

Tourists flock to the harbor.  Unfortunately, it could be anywhere.

A Brit obsessed with punctuality made a gift of this clock to the citizens of Halifax before most of them had watches.

The cannon at the Citadel fires every day at noon (wait for it!) and twice on New Year's.  Oddly, it was never used to defend the city.