We are in Grand Falls, New Brunswick. There is a water fall there, but it is grander in the spring during the spring snow melt. Our B & B was wonderful. On older house with gracious hosts. We were greeted with hot tea and cookies when we arrived. There wasn't a great selection for supper, so we tried some "pub grub." "Try the potatoes" we were advised. This land is also known for potato production. We had hoped to locate a church for Sunday worship, but the English speaking Baptist church in town had closed down. We tried in other towns to located a worship service, but we settled for our daily Bible reading along the way.
Church buildings were everywhere. We must assume that people are religious about something. We'll be glad to get back to our sweet home church at Anderson MIll.
As we travel toward Quebec, the scenery changes. The beauty is changing and the homes are losing their charm. We notice that most signs are in French (I guess). Though I had 2 years of French in high school, it doesn't help much. Except for a few familiar vocabulary words, it is very foreign. We look for those universal international signs for McDonald's and enjoy a large coffee.