H: Halifax, Nova Scotia, Canada

When I cruised to Maine, the ship made two stop in Canada before we sailed down to the US. One of those stops was in Halifax, the capital of Nova Scotia.

After the boat docked, we headed out to Peggy’s Cove before exploring the actual city. Peggy’s Cove is a small village in St. Margaret’s Bay on the Chebucto Peninsula and is south of Halifax. This picturesque, tiny community boasts rocky beaches, a lighthouse, some galleries and gift shops, a restaurant or two, and a memorial to Suissair Flight 111, which crashed nearby without any survivors. It looks like a fishing village, but based on the large proportion of gift shops to other types of establishments in the Cove (and the large amount of tourists), I’m assuming tourism is a major source of income.

The rocky shoreline

St. Margarets Bay from the gift shops
The lighthouse
An attempt at a selfie in front of the lighthouse
A view of the village
The other side of the village
A view of the village from the lighthouse
Lobster traps are used as decoration throughout the touristy area
A museum we passed on the way out of the Cove. We didn’t visit, I just thought it was cool.

Then we headed back into Halifax to visit the Maritime Museum of the Atlantic, which celebrates Halifax’s rich maritime history. It is located in downtown on the waterfront. As someone who is not a huge fan or maritime history, I found it a little dull. But if boats are your thing, you will love it.

There was a large exhibit on the Titanic that I was excited to see, but I found it lackluster. There are also displays covering the World Wars and the Halifax Explosion, as well as the CSS Acadia, a ship that has been restored and docked so you can walk through it. The Acadia was, in my opinion, pretty cool and the best part of the museum.

The CSS Acadia
The museum has an outdoor deck on the second floor. This is the view of the waterfront from that deck.
Another view of the waterfront. That red building all the way to the left is Murphy’s, where we ate lunch.
Downtown Halifax

After lunch we headed to the Halifax Public Gardens, which is 16 acres of gorgeous. It opened in 1867 and still contains many elements of Victorian gardens, such as fountains and gazebos. There is also a huge collection of Dahlias.

The bright sun made capturing photos difficult. It looked like I snapped the whole commemorative topiary for the Garden’s 150 anniversary, but alas I cut off a corner.
There are hidden delights all over the garden, like this fairy house.

The resident Garden Goose is hella fat. He would make a very tender Christmas dinner. He is quite good natured though.
More commemorative landscaping. I cut off the “50” from 150.
One of many gazebos
The Victoria Jubilee Fountain

Fountain Selfie!

We ended our day in Halifax at the Citadel. It sits on top of  a huge hill and provides fantastic views of the city. You can see why they chose to build the fort there–it really is a very advantageous location. I forgot to get a photo, but there are re-enacters dressed in the period uniform of the 78th Highlanders and are scattered throughout the Citadel at different posts.

There are cannons in various places on top of the fort. We missed it, but they have firing demonstrations.


The Barracks are set up so you can see what life was like for a 19th -century soldier.


The WW1 Trench Experience lets you walk see what living in a trench was like.


The full-size trench also has a nurse’s station and officers quarters.


It was hard to get a photo of Halifax that did not have construction in it. They are doing a lot of work in that city.


This is as construction-free as I could get.


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