A tourist in your own town

I had the pleasure of having one of the best summer jobs in the world.  Two days a week I got to spend the day hanging out with one of my favourite people, and her three awesome kids.  One of the highlights for me was teaching her two girls how to sew (you should see the dolls they made – too cute!) but I also loved all of the impromptu adventures we would take the kids on.  Isn’t it wonderful how friends encourage you to do things that you would never have done on your own?

Like being a tourist in your own city.  On the day that a cruise ship was in and the city was swarming with people with roses (they hand the passengers one when they get off the boat, so they can be identified as tourists I suppose.)  We even bought a rose to carry around so we’d fit in. 

Come, I’ll take you on a tour.

The beautiful gateway into a historic park.   We sat by a fountain modelled after a beaver pond and ate lemon tarts from a nearby bakery – yum!

I am in love with the brick walkways.  We did not have walkways like this in the city where I grew up (not that I remember walking on anyway).  This park is right smack dab in the center of the city with buses and people bustling about – an oasis of green and calm.

See?  This is what you look at once you leave the park gate.  Beautiful architecture in the building up ahead – it is one of my favourite places to go in the city….

The market!  Full of restaurants, fresh produce, seafood, meats, cheeses, and local artisans selling their wares.  I love the hustle and bustle of it and you never know what you are going to find.

Being a ship-building town the roof of the market was built like the hull of a boat – cool, huh?

I also love these signs everywhere showing the market in different eras.  Oh how neat it would be to go back in time and see it grow and change throughout the years!

More historic buildings – and the fog has rolled in!  I was shocked by how quickly this can happen the first time I experienced it (back when I was a tourist for real!)  One minute I was standing outside in the sun and the next I turned around into a wall of white.    One of the many historic churches (and gorgeous inside too!)- the cars look really out of place here.

A blast from the past – some day I would like a ride on this trolley!

The cruise ship – I can’t believe how big these things are.  From the top of the street I seriously thought this was a big white building at the end of the road….

Lots of old beautiful houses here.  Many have historic plaques stating the builder and year of building, but this is my favourite:

Thanks for being a tourist with me!  The next time you are looking for something to do, why not become a tourist in your own town?  Even if you’ve lived there for years, it’s always refreshing to look at the sites with fresh eyes, to stop and enjoy all that your city or town has to offer.  It’s even better if you bring a friend or two along, and a few kids to pose for pictures at all the historic sites!

What’s your favourite place to explore where you live?

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4 Responses to A tourist in your own town

  1. Oh WOW!~!

    I love old buildings and I miss open markets for fresh fruit and veggies. Yes I am very jealous.

    I love going to old open air markets. I love old buildings from any era. I love smelling the smells of the towns or cities. Being in Alaska we don’t have very many old buildings as it is still a young land… but the old mines are sure neat!

    I know I am lucky for where I live, but you are also lucky for where you are as well. :)

  2. Hi, Andrea! I love your photographs! You must really love living in New Brunswick! It must be an incredible blessing to live so close to the beautiful Atlantic Ocean!

    I have been waiting for years to travel around New Brunswick, Nova Scotia, Prince Edward Island and Newfoundland. When I am able to travel around the Maritimes, I plan on taking hundreds and hundreds of photographs and exploring as many national and provincial parks as possible.

    -Jennie

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