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Lunenburg is easy to fall in love with.

It's a good mix of real-life and tourist attractions.

Buildings are painted in the most vivid pigments; and like lobster buoys, no two are alike.

Even the tourist stuff is tasteful.

This is real, workaday, maritime stuff.

Color everywhere.

This is yellow.

Worker repairs bowsprit of Bluenose II, built in Lunenburg.

Talking it over.

Starboard port holes?

 
Still talking it over.

Wheel-life.

Dories made famous in local races.

More local color.

Flying the colors.

I made a wish on this morning that I could be eating scallops at an outdoor café. It came true.

The town has a mix of old architecture and all the trim is painted a contrasting or complimentary color.

These local mussels were the appetizer, followed by Lunenburg scallops gathered that morning. Daughter had a great salmon burger.

Not hard to swallow.

This is where their children are forced to attend school.

A little further up the Atlantic coast on the way to Peggy's Cove.

The light at Peggy's Cove. It had a Post Office in the bottom where we bought post cards and stamps.

Peggy's Cove.

I said, "Smile at me," not, "Laugh at me."

We avoided Halifax and zoomed up to the first motel we could find in Sheet Harbor. A nice Frenchman, Ralph LeBlanc, who owned the Fair Winds Motel and Restaurant, gave us a good bit of advice on where to go and what to see from there. He also gave us a history lesson on French and British strife of previous centuries.

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