The Acadian coast is nice. I have never seen so many people so proud of their imperial past. France is king here. People break effortlessly from French to grudging and accented English. The coffee is tasty and served with full on cream. We had poutine too (a local delicassy of freedom fries, cheese, and gravy). We rode this protien train all the way to Church Point.
We saw the world's tallest wooden church. Apparently god approves of charging admission and he/she enjoys all beef franks as much as I do.
We camped beside a lighthouse on the ocean.
On a side note - don't click on any links posted in the comments of this page. Vultures.
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