|Black Duck Inn|
Trendy Black Duck Inn in Sackville for breakfast. Colorful mosaic tiles at the door and cozy interior complete with dark hardwood floor and chalkboard menu.
I had the breakfast of champions: scrambled eggs with chives, whole grain toast dripping with butter, a single sliced strawberry and hot, black coffee.
(Photo, right) Street-side painting along Route 106 in Dorchester.
Lloyd and Blair were solving the world’s problems sitting in a garage in Dorchester watching traffic go by. “Am I going to be on TV?” asked Blair when I stopped to take their picture. “I always wanted to be a Hollywood star,” he said mentioning Tom Selleck.
The further north I go in New Brunswick the more French I hear.
Man stopped me on the boardwalk in Moncton and asked me if I was a tourist. Isaid, “No, I just like to drive around town with about 60 pounds of gear on my bike.”
Just kidding… I was polite, but I thought it was a dumb question. The guy hadbeen parked by the water. “There’s supposed to be a big 4-foot wave of mud come rolling though here when the tide comes in,” he said.
I waited a couple minutes with him but shoved along thinking I could be there all day and I had things to do and people to meet.
I love biking. That is all.