Brooklyn ain't got nothin' on Brooklyn

We just got back from a 2 night stay in Brooklyn, NS. We stayed at my prof's 240 year old summer home (built in 1769). Here are the highlights:

-The new world grew up around this old house (the highway is LITERALLY 2 feet from the front door, so it sounds as though semi trailers and gravel trucks are driving through your living room at all hours).
-No running water, but there is a pump (which didn't work until Jeff plugged the seal with a piece of Trident gum).
-There is plumbing and if you pour well water down the toilet, it is semi-civilized.
-River in the backyard, along with colourful adarondacks, and a chimenea.
-The house is mostly dilapidated, which gives it an eery charm (it's a long-term project for my prof and her partner).
-The house is packed full of antiques and relics of Nova Scotian history - hooked rugs, china, old maps, ornate gilded frames displaying spooky old art, wooden folk art ducks, ancient cameras, and more and more and more. It is brimming.
-the BEST beach we have been to in NS yet (this weekend Lyds finally figured out how to traverse the waves like a real surf dog). And, the water was once seething with eels, back when the area was 1st settled by Europeans.
-Historic homes at every turn.
-p.s. this is the birth place of Hank Snow.

It was a slice. Probably the best NS treat we could ask for before starting to wrap our heads around the pilgrimage home.