And I just left Lond-don yesterday, God damn them all!
Fellow Stan Rogers fans will knwo where I’m coming from here.
Here’s Ti and Ellie at the Historic Properties on the Halifax waterfront.
We arrived at around 4pm from Hamilton, a two hour flight through which Elliotte slept. That’s four landings she’s now slept through, oblivious. Of. Ear. Pain.
Unlike La Fille ™, who doesn’t take these too well.
By five, we were on the road, zooming over the Mackay Bridge and into the downtown. We are at that old standby, the Holiday Inn, about a fifteen minute’s walk to Upper Water St., and right next to the Citadel.
By eight, we were walking through the Historic Properties district and along the boardwalk. It’s smaller than I expected.
And cheesier, too.
I, of all people, accept the cheese value of this. Oddly, Ti’s never heard of Theodore.
Onwards to Pegy’s Cove tomorrow.