We woke to bright sunlight, according to the forecast the only day of sun our whole trip, but we can dream. Off to find the “new French” bakery on a country road, far from the center of town. I mused that it seemed an odd place to have a cafe and bakery since no traffic would find it. Apparently I was right, as it was closed. Back to the main drag where coffee was found. We should write a book about coffee shops since we are always in search of good ones.

So that my friend Bessie did not think I judged her hometown by Route 1, we drove to the center to find a charming New England style town, It reminded me of my hometown, Gettysburg, as it had many of the same characteristics. A town placed in time from decades past with its town hall, library, churches, and schools within easy proximity, dotted with older houses, beautiful front lawns, gardens and mature trees.

One of the outstanding features of the town was the white steepled church one could see from almost any point while driving aroudn the area. Shap is drawn to the architecture of churches, especially their steeples, so he was on a mission to photograph it. Upon arrival, a small annex sat to its left, duplicating the churches outstanding features. To me this was what attracted me. While he photographed the steeple, I began to create in camera multiples. You are not seeing double when you look at some of my photographs, as I am trying to learn a new technique.

Onward to Campobello where FDR summered while growing up. The “cottage” built by Grace Kuhn was sold to Sara Roosevelt with the stipulation it would pass to FDR when he came of age. In 1908 it became his home, a place where he and Eleanor raised their children in the summer months, until he became President. It is here where he became sick with polio which would restrict him from many of the activities he enjoyed as a child. The tour was conducted by an engaging man who was enjoying his retirement being a guide. A great storyteller, he brought to life the various rooms while conducting the tour. Views of the bay, expansive lawns, gardens, and paths to meander accentuated the property. A world that no longer exists where time was slower, families gathered, played outdoor and indoor games and took time to read.

We arrived in St. Andrews later in the afternoon at the Algonquin Hotel which was a Canadian-Pacific Railroad hotel. If you know these hotels, you know they are massive. A day of exploring the Bay of Fundy and the town of St. Andrews. Perhaps a bike ride to get out legs ready for the trip.