A foreign country

A perfectly, spectacular day! Clear, with bright sunshine and temperatures in the lower 60's. A moving day - we are now in Caraquet, the cultural heart of traditional French Acadian culture. In the 1750's, when the British deported French Acadian settlers from Nova Scotia and the lower mainland of New Brunswick, some fled north to the coastline of the Gulf of St. Lawrence, where they reestablished farms and fishing villages. Many settled along this long stretch of sandy beachfront, barrier islands, and coastal wetlands known today as the Acadian Coast. Very little English is spoken here. It really is a foreign country!

Before we left Kouchibouguac we stopped at the Visitor Center one last time and Frederick had his picture taken in another rainbow chair. Shorts and a short sleeve shirt is okay in the sun. The long sleeve wool shirt is in the car.

A tall bridge in Miramichi, across the Miramichi River. There was only one lane of traffic over the bridge because of construction.

When we arrived at the Office to check in, the man had to run out to get his wife who spoke English. The usual greeting is bonjour, and if you answer, hello, there can sometime be a look of dismay and a quick adjustment. 

Our campground in Caraquet - post season. You can just see the car in the middle left. When we came there was only one other 5th-wheel RV behind us. The rest of the transient spaces were empty. There is another very large section of seasonal trailers and RVs that is still jammed packed. Just before dark a motorhome pulled in beside us.