It’s Saturday at noon:30 right now and things are starting to get real. The storm didn’t get here overnight but is on the way now. About an hour ago, I walked/climbed back up to The Citadel (only about ¼ mile away) in hopes of witnessing the noon time canon blast again.
Yesterday, we were assured that the canon goes off every day, no matter what, rain or shine. I thought maybe there’d be one lone canon-operator there to keep the promise alive. Alas, the place was deserted except for me and a few other wind-buffeted tourists. No friendly ranger-types and no kilted sentries who, I imagine, were under orders to keep their bonnets dry.
The Citadel is at the top of town so it was especially windy, and we could look over the town to the now-choppy bay. After noon came and went with no explosion, I thought I’d walk down toward Lower Water Street to see what I could see without going all the way to the waterfront. But wind gusts en route convinced me otherwise. If I were to go missing, after all, nobody would even know. I returned to the hotel.
Water chop in the distance
A street-person's tent blowing all over. Unfortunately, Halifax also has unhoused folks. There are a number of tents pitched in a small park nearby. They were still there (except this one) when I returned to the hotel.
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