Today’s photo comes from the infamous Peggy’s Cove in Nova Scotia. Coming from a fishing family on the west coast, I have always wanted to go to Peggy’s Cove. I’m not sure why, it’s just the place everyone talks about. But now that I have been there I cannot help but wonder: Why Peggy’s Cove?
Don’t get me wrong – it’s a cute little village and everything. But I don’t get what makes it so much more special than all the other cute little fishing villages on the east coast. Maybe it’s the lighthouse. It is a little larger that the typical tiny lighthouses I have seen on the east coast (but not nearly as impressive as the west coast lighthouses).
When I first arrived, it was like arriving at an ant hill during the annual ant festival when all the ants are swelling with self-importance. Yes, I am talking about the cruise ship tourists. Hundreds of them all in one tiny fishing village, crossing the roads in front of large trucks made of steel (big baby blue ones) without even looking. Tourists crouched down on the road taking photos with their point-and-shoots seemingly unaware that they did not walk on a pedestrian walkway. Buses slamming on breaks as the ants stumble out in front of them pointing like they’ve just witnessed the landing of a space ship. It’s just a lighthouse!
I couldn’t get out of there fast enough. At a local restaurant I enquired about the cruise ship schedule and went back the next day before the first of the buses arrived. It was much more pleasant.