Yarmouth, nestled on the southern edge of Nova Scotia, is practically the gateway to the world’s largest lobster ground. I’ve scoured every nook and cranny of Nova Scotia, and nowhere else have I witnessed such a lobster trap extravaganza. It’s like the lobster capital of the universe.
We sailed into the marina fashionably late, arriving after the sailing season had gracefully bowed out. But don’t let that fool you – the port was bustling with energy, thanks to the upcoming lobster season. The town was taking a post-season breather when museums and information centers decided to play hide-and-seek until the next season. The streets wore a deserted look, the trees had shed their leaves, creating the perfect backdrop to appreciate the town’s unique architecture.