Carbide Blade Damages Brick

The longest day in the history of days is at its end.

Saint John was beautiful, if only for the sunshine and the beautiful old buildings.

Things were seeming kind of sketchy as far as the drive down was concerned.  I was a wee bit concerned.  And then, like a beacon:

I’m in Edmundston now.  Can this place get any better?

(Outside our hotel.)