Robert and I returned home last week from the 10-day cruise we took from New York to Quebec.  It was fun walking the Red Line in Boston, and visiting Paul Revere's house (my second time.) 

We walked around Quebec City for several hours and had lunch at Aux Anciens Canadiens, very French and cozy. 

We did some ball room dancing onboard, watched movies and ship-board entertainment, and slid into lazy decadence.

We visited Province House in Halifax, Nova Scotia, where the Maritime Provinces gathered with delegates from the other Provinces to found the Candadian Confederation in 1867.  The short video showed a re-enactment of the initial meeting which took place in the building--and we toured the rooms fitted out with the furnishings of the time.  I found myself oddly touched by this piece of history, which I had never thought about before.

One of the couples we met on the ship (the Norwegian Jewell) live in Toronto, Canada.  They asked me, "Please don't be offended, but why do Americans seem to know very little about what goes on in Canada?  We follow US news, but Americans seem competely disinterested in Canada."   I had to admit it's true.  "Perhaps, I said, it's because we don't see Canada as a threat to us."  Je ne sais pas. 

As soon as we returned home, Robert checked on Blackie, our goldfish.  He's fine, but the piece of zucchini we left him was completely gone.  Devoured or dissolved?

Halloween was fun.  We got home in time for the neighborhood barbeque and pumpkin-carving party Saturday afternoon, followed by the movie we showed on the garage door in my drive-way Saturday night after trick-or-treating.  I made popcorn.  Neighbors want it to be an annual event.