It was another walking day but as you can see the weather co-operated nicely - pretty cool (around 2 degrees) but beautiful. I think local street murals say so much for a city/town and its people and always make a journey through so much more enjoyable.
The local college is proud to display the students' work. Many call these inukshuks but here they are inuksuks. A subtle difference but I feel a need to give credit due.
It was recommended we stop in and see the Legislative Assembly Building. A great deal of it is off limits but the main foyer is worth a visit. The Mace of Nunavut (made of Narwhal tusk) is used at the beginning of each day's sitting of the Legislative Assembly, carried in by the reigning Sergeant-at-Arms. In the Chamber the mace rests in the hands of a man and woman carved in granite, representing the equal respect for both genders of the population. We can learn from these people.
A look at housing in the "suburbs" was definitely a little more upscale than what we saw yesterday, looking even more wonderful against this glorious backdrop.
On July 9, 2013 Nunavut celebrated the 20th anniversary of the Nunavut Land Claims Agreement. This monument commemorates more than three decades of tireless work by everyone who helped conceive, negotiate and implement the NLCA reclaiming the Inuit homeland. The monument represents the beauty of Inuit culture and embodies their tenacity and spirituality and tells the story of their history and how far Inuit have come in Canada.
It's an enigma wrapped in a riddle. I always thought Saint and Cathedral tended to refer to the Catholic religion and I definitely associate Jude with the Jewish faith. However, this is an Anglican cathedral. It is the seat of the Diocese of The Arctic covering the Northwest Territories, Nunavut and the Nunavik region of Northern Quebec, making it the greatest area of any Anglican diocese in the world.
Referred to as the Igloo Cathedral, the unique building has been a landmark since opening in 2012 and serves an important spiritual role for the people of Iqaluit. I really wanted to see inside but all the doors were locked. I always thought churches were always open - guess not.
As we left I did my best Maxwell Smart impersonation stepping across a ditch covered in a thick layer of snow. It did not support me as I quickly sunk down up to my knee and came crashing down face first into, fortunately, nice soft snow. I quickly got up, dusted myself off, looked around to make sure no one saw then headed on my way. I meant to do that.
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