Last weekend was Easter, and as traditional for most of us in Canada we have a wonderful chocolate binge and forget about all sensibilities. Down here, chocolate bunnies and marshmallow chicks aren't really a thing here. No, here Easter is all about the prayer.
On Friday morning, a small flotilla of boats came sailing by, all three were covered with fancy purple drapes, and the center boat was carrying a large cross. I had never seen anything like this before, but they stopped at every property, and I can only guess that they offered prayers for everyone. Even people who always come here to party on the weekends had banners of saints displayed on their properties.
In less savory news, the navy was out in full force patrolling the water ways. You know someone important was in town because as soon as the weekend was over, they packed their things and moved on to some other place.