Buttered Up

Day 41

We are packed up and out of our room by 10:30, and headed straight for Two If By Sea, a bakery in Dartmouth that we tried to visit yesterday, but was closed for Natal Day. This is the type of bakery that you can smell before you see; the aroma of cinnamon, butter and coffee carry us like a magic carpet. The sandwich board on the street says that they serve “coffee and butter”, and the t-shirts they sell say “Drink Drip Eat Butter”. We're in for it. We order two croissants, one with prosciutto and cheese and one with red pepper and goat cheese. They are as big as my face. Paired with the dark roast coffee, it's a masterpiece. We scarf these buttery beauties down and contemplate rain gear. Halifax is shrouded in a foggy mess of gray mist and intermittent drizzle. Lovely.

Bay view Inn

It takes us about an hour to get clear of this weather, so we skip visiting Peggy's Cove and other quaint little spots that have been suggested to us. Since it is our last full day in Canada on the coast, we take our time meandering through fishing villages and harbor towns once the sun comes out.

Just pass Cherry Hill beach we head north through the “interior” of Nova Scotia. It's hot, and full of green scrub and white pines. You'd think we were in South Carolina. We are in Digby soon enough, the adorable little town that hosts the ferry that gets you to the “mainland”. We have booked a room at the Bayside Inn, a charming B&B on Main Street that, as the name suggests, over looks the Bay of Fundy. B&Bs in the Maritimes have proven to be a lot more affordable than motels, a discovery I wish I'd made earlier. I figured that they would be like most are in the states: outdated rooms with an aroma to match the décor and blueberry muffins from a mix for at least $150 per night. That description still fits in Canada, but for $65 per night.

Bay of Fundy from room

We settle in to our cute little room, watch some of the Olympics, then head out for “famous Digby scallop” dinner. We ate at a little place overlooking the marina. The view was quite a bit better than the food. We head back to the Inn, and decide to sit on the waterfront for awhile. It is our last night in Canada (if they let us over the border). The Pirate smokes his pipe, and we reminisce about our month in this beautiful country.