Above the Courthouse door: Halifax, Nova Scotia

Above the Courthouse door: Halifax, Nova Scotia

I was relieved to have a day off in Halifax before starting my tour of the Nova Scotia libraries. Yesterday, on my way across the country, between flights in Toronto, I did a phone radio interview with CBC Halifax. We talked about live storytelling vs screen activities, and storytelling vs reading aloud. The interviewer sounded somewhat sceptical, but today as I walked around Halifax, I had a message from him excitedly reporting that last night for the first time he turned out the lights and told his kids a story. He loved it, and so did they. He’s hooked. 

Ray, who organized this tour, is a perfect host along, with his partner and their adorable two-and-a-half year old daughter, whose charm moves one to forgive the 4 a.m. wake-up. They live in a neighbourhood of old houses divided into rental flats, with chalk on sidewalks, neighbours who talk and socialize, and old maple trees that grace the casually shared, unfussy back yards.

My rental car is a black Chevy. The rental manager chatted affably while he did the paperwork. He assured me he won’t charge for the extra day; did the most casual walk-around inspection I’ve ever seen; and chatted with Ray long enough to discover their one degree of separation (the norm for Halifax, I am told). The car has air conditioning, which I will use. I always forget what hot and humid feels like.

Thunder cracking when I began this note, then a downpour. Now it is still again.

Flying into Halifax, Nova Scotia. The passenger beside me had only flown once before, on a cloudy day. She was embarrassed to admit that she'd assumed planes always flew above the clouds , but more than that, she was astonished at the view.

Flying into Halifax, Nova Scotia. The passenger beside me had only flown once before, on a cloudy day. She was embarrassed to admit that she’d assumed planes always flew above the clouds, but more than that, she was astonished by the view.