There's one thing that keeps a Nova Scotian town from turning into beautified diorama of itself. A large, working commercial fishery, and boatbuilders. Guys walking around wearing coveralls and a month of sea beard. Sea bear: a typo you should keep. And a good pub. And a little cafe that makes key lime pie, which, okay. Fine. That's beyond scallop draggers and lobstermen. The Germans did not make key lime pie in 1760. But I'm hungry.