Halifax

The trip couldn't have started on a smoother note. Sloan (not pictured) were on my flight to Halifax, where they were opening for Lenny Kravitz the next night at the Metro Centre.

Off the plane and on to a bus, I met my uncle a few blocks from his place. The palace on Fairfield Road, the home of my Uncle Doug and Aunt Cynthia, was an incredible first stop:


I hadn't been to Halifax in 15 years, so I don't know if much has changed. Lots of ships, a few bridges, wharfs, and assorted piers, docks, and quays (my landlocked Ontarian instincts suggest that those are all synonyms, but they might serve distinct purposes). Heck of a town.