Going back a couple of weeks, here are some pictures from Father's Day. Dad and I walked down to the bandstand in the public gardens in Halifax to listen to a band in the park.
The music was pretty good and there was a great "small city" feel (compared to Toronto, Chicago, Glasgow, Taipei or Sydney). I'm definitely a city girl, but I think I might be able to get used to a small city.
Me and Dad (I got Dad to hold the camera because he has longer arms).
Carole had warned me about the Public Gardens; they have rules and they aren't afraid to enforce them! I mentioned it to Dad on the elevator on our way, and another woman piped in with a story just like Carole's. Apparently there is a mean old man who walks around and yells at people who dare to sit on the grass (or jog, I suppose).
The music was pretty good and there was a great "small city" feel (compared to Toronto, Chicago, Glasgow, Taipei or Sydney). I'm definitely a city girl, but I think I might be able to get used to a small city. 
Me and Dad (I got Dad to hold the camera because he has longer arms).
Carole had warned me about the Public Gardens; they have rules and they aren't afraid to enforce them! I mentioned it to Dad on the elevator on our way, and another woman piped in with a story just like Carole's. Apparently there is a mean old man who walks around and yells at people who dare to sit on the grass (or jog, I suppose).
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