Helen then made some sandwiches in the car and we drove to Halifax again today, this time to the Nova Scotia Art Gallery on Hollis Street downtown. The gallery was bit stiff, rather ugly in its decor, but it had a good collection. A security guard followed us throughout and annoyed us with her watchfulness. Emphasis on the "do not touch". It had a pretty good collection of Canadiana, including some Colville, and few minor group of seven paintings by Casson and others. There was also some folk art, mainly wood carvings which they quaintly called "polychromed". Read: "painted".

Then we walked down to the harbour front. By the way—good parking deal, right along the river near the east side of the harbour front area (the boardwalk area): $3.00 after 3:00. We walked around and then the girls decided to go shopping for sweat shirts. Christopher and I stayed and found a nice grassy area to watch the harbour from. Some large freighters came by and, later, a coast guard cutter. This was the nicest hour I spent today: quiet, contemplative, with Christopher asking many questions about the ships.

We then ate at the harbour front again, hot dogs, fries, hamburgers, and Paul got a veggie concoction from one of the restaurants. Then we came back to the campsite. Once again, it was a beautiful, clear, sunny day. We swam after dark in the small lake here. The water was quite warm and pleasant. Then the kids turned in and Helen and I hung close to the fire trying to fend off the numerous mosquitoes. The campers next to us were noisy young men, belching and joking loudly, and on the other side, a young American couple that reminded me of the Jackie Gleason characters, Ralph and Alice Cramden, with noisy, crying children. By 11:00 it was mostly quiet, but not ideal.