Boom Town.

IMG_1-1.jpgIMG_3.jpgIMG_4.jpgIMG_5.jpgIMG_6.jpgIMG_7.jpg IMG_12.jpgIMG_8.jpgIMG_10.jpgIMG_9.jpgIMG_11.jpgIMG_13.jpgIMG_14.jpgIMG_15.jpgLast weekend for my birthday, my husband and I went to our city’s Western Development Museum. While it may not be the most wondrous museum in Canada, I find it to be so beautiful and so stimulating. Nothing quite satisfies my old soul like walking up and down the streets of Boom Town. I love that we can go into and explore every building that flank the ghostly streets. I also love how we can sit in the old carriages, trains, and street cars that have made up our transportation history. I feel at home in places like these; and I even came away with renovation ideas for our own historic home!

To be able to spend the day in the early 1900s made my little heart soar. I truly had the most amazing time with my husband in Boom Town. I couldn’t have wished for anything more.

Happy December, everyone!

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  1. geo

     /  12/10/2013

    what a fun day it was!!! :)

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  3. LOOKED LIKE FUN. HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY.

  4. Mum

     /  12/02/2013

    A girl of simple tastes. My Emma.

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