Je réponds ordinairement, à ceux qui me demandent raison de mes voyages que je sais bien ce que je fais, mais pas ce que je cherche.
Michel de MONTAIGNE.


Day 2

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Rides= 8
Arrival=Caraquet NB
km travelled = 162
$ spent = $2.35 (Kentucky Fried Chicken)
Time passed on the road am= 1pm to 7pm
km walked = 7

Today is a beautiful day, it is warm and sunny. I left Richibouctou at 1 pm and after 8 rides I arrived in Caraquet to my Aunt and Uncle's place. I had a good discussion with Armand, who picked me up right outside of Richibouctou. We talked about the future of the planet, work, humanity and the philosophy of the Créditiste. He left me in Chatham.

In Caraquet, Martina and Camillien own a Bed and Breakfeast in my grand parents' house. La Maison Touristique Dugas as it is known now, was built by my great grandfather Henri Dugas. Henri and his brother, Nazaire went to Montreal to study architecture and Nazaire became the first Acadian achitect. They were the first ones to built houses from detailed plans. This house is a great place with a lot of rooms and windows, a big staircase in the living room and a small one almost like a secret passage in the kitchen. It has an attic full of treasures, a big dining room and all kinds of old pictures and photographs. The images are a blend of Virgin Marys and ancestors. Between the house and the shore, there are the ruins of the family run flour mill that burned in the thirties. My grand father lost two of his fingers there, the pinky and the ring finger. It was always strange to shake his hand. The whole thing is just magical. My family went there every summer like a pilgrimage. For a few weeks we would meet our cousins, play and explore as much as we could.


After supper I went to the beach. From there you can see the small village of Maisonette on the other side of the bay. Maisonette means small house in French. I think it is called like this because from Caraquet, the houses look tiny. I guess the houses of Caraquet probably look as tiny from over there. I feel like a giant with my feet in the clay. I could almost stick around for the summer instead of my going on my big trip.

-Daniel



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