After one week in Newfoundland we flew to Halifax. Here are some more of my mother’s pictures:

At a family dinner on our first night in Halifax.

My mother before the enormous gates leading into the Halifax Public Gardens. We spent an afternoon there walking among and photographing all the beautiful flowers.  

The lighthouse at Peggy’s Cove. It was my second trip there but my mother’s first, and she loved the panaromic views of the Atlantic Ocean and smooth pale rock surrounding the famous lighthouse. The lighthouse is a functioning post office, which I went into on my first trip there, but since we visited on a Sunday it was closed. The place was also crowded–not surprising for Peggy’s Cove on a Sunday–but I recall on my first visit there weren’t as many people. Since there is only one road leading into and out of the community I certainly would hate to live there if it meant having to line up behind other cars and tour buses just to get out. That’s what happened to us this time around.

Gazing across the Atlantic.

Peggy’s Cove, Nova Scotia. Or, as the post office in the lighthouse would insist you spell it, Peggys Cove NS. Not that I ever would.

Where else, but the Lunenburg post office.

Fort Point, in LaHave.

We were visiting Mark’s sister in LaHave and Fort Point is only a short walk from her house. Mark is taking care of his canine nephew as his sister snaps our picture.

The Titanic burial site at Fairview Lawn Cemetery in Halifax is the resting place for more than one hundred who perished on 15 April 1912.