On chipped shoulders and the Darkside

a view from the City of Lakes

My city is Dartmouth Nova Scotia.

Misty nights resound with the sound of the horn at the mouth of the harbour. Dartmouth looks best in the fog. Everything softens and looks out of time - almost as though the landscape were painted by a French impressionist.

Founded by Cornwallis in 1750, Halifax is our neighbour across the harbour.

We know ourselves as ‘The City of Lakes’ with over 19 lakes within the old city limits.

I say ‘old city limits’ because ‘Dartmouth’ is no more. We are no longer a legal entity.

If you lookup Dartmouth, you’ll find that we’re now legally part of the Halifax Regional Municipality.

For the people of Dartmouth, this action was not welcome. Imagine your bigger neighbour deciding that nope, you don’t get to be independent anymore. You’ve always been a part of us and it’s only destiny that we thrive together under one name.

There are some who think it’s great. For the last decade or so, Haligonian invaders have been arriving seeking out cheap real estate and large lots.