And for a finale
I wouldn’t want to ruffle feathers, but right now Montague looks healthier than Souris. Given their population levels, their geographic proximity, their history, the rivalry is not a new thing. It’s just that, with a tourist eye, there’s more happening in “the Beautiful” than up in “By the Sea”.
After trying to find shade around the campground as the temperature moved beyond 30C, we finally agreed that the A/C in the car was enough reason to go for a trip, anywhere. I propused three different areas for dining in the early afternoon, and Montague won the coin toss (odd, three-sided coins are all the rage when deciding things like this). Last summer, we’d parked behind a restaurant that was closed for the day, so it only seemed fair to try their hospitality.
The name is long: Sir Isaac’s Restaurant & Mister Gabe’s Pub, neatly abbreviated to a logo above the door. Inside, we were offered places in the downstairs dining or upse grtairs bar area, and opted for staying closer to the ground (and cooler air). The menu has a variety of choices, but we offered ourselves a steak dinner as a break from steady fish and potato products. Good food, followed by good coffee.
I wanted to tour the museum but was promptly overruled. Time to see what the choices were in local hardware and furnishings. Finally, a source for making oil lamps. The furnitue store is situated in an old multi-storey warehouse dating back to the days of sail, and we enjoyed the climb from layer to layer. Store staff must have sensed we were “only looking” because there was no contact until we were on the threshold.
With a break for free wireless in Georgetown (just beside the fire hall), we finished a warm day in summer and headed back to camp for the depressing action of packing to leave.
