You may or not know the difference between a fort and a fortress. Well, we were not clear on that so we asked. A fort is a strong or fortified place occupied by troops, usually surrounded
by walls, ditches and other defensive works and a permanent army post (formerly
) a trading post. A fortress is also a fortified place (sometimes as a group of forts) which most often include a town and civilians. Now we are all on the same page.
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| That's how it looks today |
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| Back then is was a busy town |
 The fortress was more then just the military. At it's core, Louisbourg was a thriving civilian community made prosperous by a profitable cod-fishery ("in cod we trust" was there motto) and strong ties reaching across the Atlantic. During it's peak it was the third busiest port in North America.
More than a dozen buildings are open to the public where you can experience life through "animators" of all ages, from wealthy merchants to poor soldiers how life was in the 18 hundreds. From 823 people living there in 1719 the population increased to 4174 in 1752.
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| That nice looking horse was not meant as a toy but for punishment. Please, be seated and have some weights put on your legs. I am sure you get the drift what pain one must have endured during those hour-long"seating's" |
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We have spend the whole morning meandering the premises. On our 3 miles drive back to our hotel we had to make a stop at one of the nicest place for.....
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...that's right, a cemetery. We saw quite a few always located on the water. Serenity pure.
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Now it was time to get ready to find out more about the Boot's to Root's Festival. Everybody knew about it, but nobody could tell you where or when. Yeah, they have "heard" about it, but no...there is nothing...absolutely nothing going on...What the heck? Well, there is a dance going on later tonight @ the DAV...maybe you go there? OK, but first we need to attend the Beggar's Banquet. Directly located on our premises we had to be there 1/2 hour early in order to get dressed before we participate in that spectacle, with live music and a nice dinner.
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| Isn't he one handsome guy? |
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| E Voila... |
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| And of course, Rupert charmed the local "tavern girl, Sabrina" or was it the other way around? |
After the Banquet we headed into town and do some dancing. We found the DAV, but there were no people in there. Just a few locals. All looked at us like...you want to...WHAT? Well, the music starts at 9 pm but people will usually show up by 10 or 11 pm. I mean really, that town was dead as it is, why would the people wait so long for something to happen? Blink, again. We never figured that out. So we walked a bit around discussing whether to wait or not, strolled by our diner from last night. The restaurant was already closing up and it was not even 9 pm by then. A pick up truck drove by us twice. The third time they stopped right next to us. A nice friendly couple (locals), a big dog in the back. ""Are you guys hungry...looking for a restaurant...well "that' one is closed, but there is one more...you be lucky if it's still open if you hurry."" Like I said before, darn unbelievable this people from Nova Scotia!
Somewhat disappointed we went home and to bed. Tomorrow is another day.
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