Jellybean Streets

My anthipathy for the boring beige houses that seem to be the default in Edmonton intensified when Sylvia and I visited St. John's. I wish I lived on a rainbow road. 

It Remains Undemolished

Earl of Green Gables, Day Four: St. John's and an Atlantic Vision

It turns out that St. John's' Jellybean Row is not so much an address as an attitude. We spent some time fruitlessly searching for "the" Jellybean Row, only to discover that it's really all over St. John's.

I really wish the rest of Canada would adopt this approach to housing. We desperately need colour, especially during the long, drab days of winter. Instead, we have flavours of beige, row on row.

We also visited Signal Hill and its famous Cabot Tower.

After one last drive around St. John's, we drove to Argentia to catch our ferry to the Maritimes, the Atlantic Vision: 

Atlantic Vision was a pleasant surprise; we enjoyed a large, well-appointed cabin and truly superb dining options. 

In fact, the cod trio I had for dinner may have been my favourite seafood dish of the entire trip. 

The Fading Stones

Old photographs fascinate me. Here we have what appears to be a stone fence connected to a round stone building. Who shot this? Where did they shoot it, and when? What's the significance of the building?

Based on the other negatives on the strip, I can  limit the "who" to my parents or Dad's parents. "When" could be anytime between the 1950s to the 1960s. Beyond that...a mystery captured in silver nitrate. Or, since this is a scan, in photons, inconstant as memory.

UPDATE: Mom says this could be Upper Fort Garry, north of Winnipeg, sometime in the late 1960s. 

Too Much, Top of the Bus

They say the best way to learn New York's geography is to take a bus tour. And so we do.

Consume. Obey. Reproduce.