We spent the better part of Tuesday, under lowering skies, walking the historic part of Charlottetown. Both of us agreed that we like it and Sharon proclaimed it more likeable than Martha’s Vineyard. Fortunately I do not feel the need to make that judgement. I like both. But I do get her point, Charlottetown seems to me a bit less hot house than MV.
The town packs in a lot of history, both maritime and political. As the province brags on their license plates, they are the birthplace of the Confederation. And the harbors, fisheries and boatyards tied it more closely, perhaps, to England across the ocean, than to nearby Canada.
So, it’s a rich place. Come walk it with us.
|Our hotel, The Charlottetown, began as a Canadian National Railroad Hotel in 1930|
|Next door, a 1929 American LaFrance engine|
|The Province house is where Canadian Confederation began in 1864|
|Dating from 1896 and designed by William Critchlow Harris, we found St. Paul's Anglican Church to be a lovely place|
|Two interior views|
|Much more traditional, St. Dunstan's Basilica, a neo-Gothic from 1907|
|If New Englander's painted their homes to blend into the monochrome of the climate, Charottetown residents do the opposite|
|Canadian architecture seems to have some intersting features, including a symmetricality that most Victorians did not follow|
|This hopeful young piper was there to greet the cruise ship|
|I was going to rant here about the ecological damage done by these huge cruise ships and how they do not, as promised, even do much to help local economies, but I won't.|
|The house had two entries, as it were, the above, facing the harbor, and this facing the town.|
|It might have been here in this sweeping staircase, part of a foyer designed to impress, as all Victorians did.|
|A notable Verandah with a fine view|
|Not sure if this image works or not, but it does show the lavish nature of the house, in and out|