A stage and risers for the audience were arranged on a broad commercial wharf where a large scalloper sounded its horn to applaud performers. Sailboats and tour boats breezed past during the shows. Overlooking the quay, many small cafes and bistros offered cold beverages and small plates on their shaded porches and decks.
During the afternoon, the Lunenburg Festival offers simultaneous concerts and workshops at numerous venues (including several churches), all within easy walking distance as long as you don't mind a few hills. Our favorites daytime venues were located on either end of King Street, the bandstand up on the hillside and the wharf down along the quay. All of the evening performances took place in the main tent, located in a park overlooking the town and its twin harbors.
The crowd gets comfortable on the hillside in front of the bandstand
The Once, a band from Newfoundland
whom we had seen previously at Celtic Colours
Looking down King Street from the park to the wharf
Lunenburg is an historic Canadian fishing center originally founded by German settlers. Many of the older buildings, including our inn above, have an architectural detail known as the "Lunenburg bump": the three-story hallway-dormer-gable affair in the front.
Another example of the Lunenburg bump
Many of the buildings close to the harbor are painted in vibrant colors. suggesting that the town has evolved from its stoic Germanic roots into more of an island consciousness.
Lunenburg is quite hilly--a walk from the center of town to the waterfront and back will quicken your heart rate.
The harbor hosts championship dory races. The two young women approaching the finish here will represent Canada in international competition.
My brother, on the other hand, doesn't have both oars in the water. In fact, he lacks oars. And water.
Peggy's Cove, a small fishing village on the south coast near Halifax, is a favored location for tourists and, especially, photographers. A quaint fishing village, a picturesque lighthouse, and an ocean-smoothed granite shoreline seem to embody all that is fabled about the Cabot Trail.
The lighthouse is the biggest draw, so I was lucky to be able to get a shot without tourists.
Of course, that didn't mean I couldn't be in a shot.
A young piper wearing the Nova Scotia tartan was busking among the boulders.
The lighthouse taken from the memorial site for the crew and passengers
of a Swissair flight that went down off the coast.