Woke this morning in love with Cape Breton music - the fiddles, pianos, spoon players last night just makes you feel happy. After breakfast and packing up we returned to the Doryman for a cup of coffee before heading down the Ceilidh Trail to Mabou.
The skies opened up as we arrived at our campground in a downpour, getting soaked setting up. We had seen signs for a ceilidh at the town museum and we drove back into town to attend. The word "ceilidh" loosely translates from Gaelic as a kitchen gathering where families and friends meet for music and dancing. This gathering was traditional as families in groups and singularly performed their skills at dancing (step and square dances), guitars, pianos, fiddling, singing. The old museum we were welcomed to boasted of traditional exhibits and we barely fit in with all the chairs they set up. Afterward, we were served tea and chatted with these wonderful people like we were old friends.
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