St. John's, Newfoundland is somewhere I had always wanted to visit. It is a delightful small city perched on the far eastern edge of North America, and very easy to stroll around. The huge Rooms, a museum/gallery/archive complex, somehow manage a whimsical, toy-like look even as they dominate the distinctive woodframe houses.
The city is more than 200 years old and boasts a lot of wonderful architecture.
Many of the heritage houses of the inner city have been restored and painted bright colours.
The houses on Battery Road hug the rock.
My favourite door.
I passed this gate on my way up Signal Hill, the massive outcropping that shelters the Harbour.
Rowanberries are ripening and provide a striking contrast to the Cambrian rock.
Once one reaches the top of Signal Hill, there is a steep descent down to the edge of the Atlantic.
My feet, and Ireland off in the (very far) distance.
The famous Cabot Tower, where Marconi received the first trans-Atlantic wireless signal.