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So here's us, on the raggedy edge.
One left her sweater sitting on the train / and the other lost three fingers at the Cannery — Neko Case, Margaret vs. Pauline |
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Ah Charlottetown - birthplace of the nation that now includes it as it’s smallest provincial capital, and my home for a brief stint. What can I say about it that hasn’t been said by millions of others?
It’s probably not as bad as people make it out to be; I’m not exactly there under the best of circumstances, and as a result my experience isn’t great. It’s a province where you need a car, with absolutely no public transportation at all. I don’t have one, limiting my roaming to the cityitself. New York it isn’t, but it does have its charms. I’ve found a reasonablelittle art theatre, and a Winners with leather pants. What more couldI want?
Ducks fly through the twilight sky.
hotel that I call home is located on the Trans Canada Highway, with the nearest neighbours being:
Unurprisingly, the port of Charlottetown is significantly smaller than the Port of Vancouver. The boat pictured here - Akademkis Zavarickis - is quite large by Prince Edward Island standards, and tiny compared to the ones that anchor in English Bay on a regular basis.
Posted by skooter at 5:56 PM
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