I remember one particular toy with great fondness: the punching bag clown. You lashed out, he went down and then came right back up, without hesitation. This year, our vacation has that aspect. We should have been homeward bound early today, but I’m currently in downtown Halifax. The vacation continues!
We left our friends behind in mid-morning, navigating through the hills on a wish and a promise, until the signs finally pointed us back to the Trans-Canada. Not much more than an hour later, and I was busily trying to find an alternate route into the city core, one that would avoid our meander through the area around the Citadel that we faced just over a year ago. A combination of GPS, road map and common sense found us parked in front of today’s destination before the owner even realized we were enroute.
This afternoon we headed down to the Historic Properties area for the Busker festival. A didgeridoo with an electric bass (a group named OKA) makes for some innovative tunes. Even recorded a few seconds, along the way. In some ways, too many people to actually watch the acts, but we finally had a good meal of Greek souvlaki in the large food fair with the garage doors and interesting signs on the wharf. Please do not feed the birds. Is that a nickname for tourists among the Haligonians?
And, we almost went out for real donair sandwiches. I’m still up for it, but the majority rules in any expedition. Maybe tomorrow.