A windy afternoon…an emotional pause on the New Brunswick side of the bridge…and then we set out.
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I went off of 15E in order to really experience the village of Cap Pele, a place that literally breaths history, a rich warm smell of smoked fish and salt water. Overlooking the Northumberland Strait, there is an earthy wonderful isolation about the place. I had chills go up my spine because it was as though I was in a story where I didn’t belong. I decided to stop into a wee tourist museum that had Acadian flags batting hard in the wind that blew off the water. Two friendly ladies walked about with me, sharing what they knew of the smokehouses.
In the corner, I was immediately drawn to a piece of art…dried herring, authentic netting, memorabilia of every sort layered between coats of resin. I felt like this artist was a soulful friend, connecting with me in his approach. I’ve got to find out more about this artist! Beginning the search….now!
Max and I headed down to the dock to catch a glimpse of the boats and the water. A wee piece of heaven!