Saint John

After our big excitement for the day, we still had several hours before the ship sailed so we thought we'd get to know a little more about this quaint city on the Bay of Fundy.

As you can imagine in an area with such a high tide rise, it is very hilly. If I lived there I'd have stronger, more defined glutes and hamstrings.

I love the architecture of these old brick buildings.

This little gem was found outside the front door to their Police Museum. Knowing the size of the back seat, I'd hate to be the bad guy they have to take "downtown".

From deck eleven of the ship, you can get a great overview of this cute city by the bay.




This next shot shows a little of the old city with a bit of new thrown in. I like that from the street with the old houses, you only see a nice city park. A park that is actually the roof of the new houses.

In the center of town, we found a nice park that opened up on to the Old Loyalist Cemetery. And what would a visit to a new town be without a stop at the old cemetery.

But what is an Old Loyalist? you ask. Well, it would seem that in the Spring of 1783 a fleet of ships showed up on these shores carrying about 2000 outcast from the newly formed United States. People that were loyal to the British Union. People that the United States considered to be traders. Canada has always been that neutral territory where the Americans and the British can come together.

Very much a park like setting, this cemetery or burial ground is no longer open to burials.

Graves here date from the late 1700's to late 1800's.

Loaded with history, the townspeople maintain this sacred place with pride. It's a quiet sanctuary in the middle of town.


A place where it's easy to appreciate the Canadian heritage for the melting pot that it is. A place where people from all over the world have come together to make such a beautiful place to live.

Also in the heart of town, we found these strange wooded people. I don't know the story behind them. But they were interesting and fun.

What would a trip to Canada be without a moose?

Or at least a statue of one.

One of my favorite things to spot in every city and town in the world, a ghost sign. The remnants of something that used to be.

One last stop before boarding the ship and departing for our next destination, A pub for a local beverage. This place spoke of Saint John and Canada from floor to ceiling and corner to corner. Locally brewed beers and fresh lobster was their specialty.




Our next stop was a bit of a treat for us. As if the rest of this journey wasn't enough. Stop by and see some new, old friends with us.