My journey continued towards the next destination: the village of Lunenburg. The drive there took another half-hour. This village was somewhat larger, but essentially it carried the same ambience as Mahone Bay, only Lunenburg was a little more expansive, boasting multiple streets, with a charming UNESCO-designated historical centre.
The village was renowned for its historical wooden districts, where, it seemed, some buildings competed to be painted in the brightest, almost psychedelic colours. Others, however, retained their faded exteriors, adding an authentic historical touch to the environment.
Notably, there wasn’t an abundance of activity in Lunenburg, but the port was certainly a hub of interest, with recreational and tourist sailboats frequently setting off from it. The arrival of these sizeable vessels often incited a wave of enthusiasm amongst the strolling tourists along the promenade.
I indulged in the local cuisine, enjoying a bowl of seafood soup filled with mussels, complemented by a glass of local craft beer. Seafood is a staple in these parts, where fishing, particularly lobster catching, forms one of the key industries. The freshness of the seafood was palpable—a testament to the vast lobster population hauled from these waters and exported globally.
After spending an hour and a half in Lunenburg, I took a moment to bask in the sunlight. Here, the temperature hovered around 13°C, but the summer sun shone brightly, warming the air around me.
From there, I ventured towards arguably the most picturesque site in the region, the village of Peggy’s Cove. It featured a striking stone bluff on which stood a lighthouse, surrounded by a smattering of charming wooden houses, quaint fishing shanties, and tourist shops.
As it had become increasingly commercialized, I could imagine it being overcrowded during peak tourist season. However, at this moment, it served as a delightful place to spend an hour, exploring the surroundings, admire the freshly painted boats docked at the pier, take some pictures, and breathe in the fresh, sea air.
After an hour at Peggy’s Cove, I climbed aboard my bus for the return trip, passing dramatic landscapes peppered with huge boulders left behind by the same ancient ice sheet.
Tomorrow, my journey will take me to my next destination in Nova Scotia: the city of Sydney.