Bed was a slab of slate. Across the street, construction started every morning at 7:30 am sharp. Breakfast was good but we had to eat it with the most boring braggert l've encountered so far. She thought she was full of humility but she was just full of herself.
Yesterday we drove to Lunenberg to visit the Fishery Museum of the Atlantic. My favourite area was the room with the three ladies, in costume, knitting, spinning flax and weaving. We had dinner at a posh Italian restaurant. It was VERY small; only held six tables. There was no time left for the yarn shop. :o(