There’s often confusion about that … St. John’s is in Newfoundland, and is always spelled that way, with the period and apostrophy. THIS, my adopted home city is Saint John — no genitive and saint always written out in full to avoid this confusion.
In July we had a murder here in Saint John. The victim was well-known so it got a great deal of media attention, to put it mildly. Still no charges have been laid, the police is extremely tight lipped about it, but that was not what I was going to write about here in this blog.
If you’ve followed this blog of mine for some time, you’ve probably noticed that I really love this city.
Here in Canada we have a magazine called MacLean’s, and it’s something corresponding to either TIME or Newsweek. Apparently, this murder here in Saint John, was ‘important’ enough to write an article about it. It was indeed interesting reading, but what I loved about it was the reporter’s poetic description of Saint John: «His unsettling death, in a tight-knit Saint John that still grinds to a standstill on Sundays and is dominated the rest of the week by ancient steeples, church bells and the cry of seabirds in from the Bay of Fundy, is a Gothic reality unfolding with all the apparent inevitability of a dark novel»
I thought that was beautiful, and he didn’t even mention the romantic fog we often have, billowing over the city. If I step out on our balcony, I can see four churches, without even squinting. In this photo — I was out the other night, trying to capture the full moon — you only see two steeples. Had I made a point of taking it from a different angle, you would have seen the tallest, most prominent steeple of the Cathedral too.
Sundays are quiet, not too many cars are out and about. Other holidays, it’s even more noticeable, because all stores are closed and then it really grinds to a standstill! Regular sundays, the stores are open between noon and five.
Another, peculiar thing, that I haven’t seen elsewhere is that if you’re out driving, and you meet a funeral procession, you stop. All traffic STOPS, whether you have the green light or not, when you see the purple lights and flags on a funeral procession. Would be interesting to hear if any of you, my fellow bloggers, have experienced anything like that?!