Cabot Tower on the green crest of Signal Hill, the famous row of mustard-and-blue-and-red Battery houses spilling down the cliff toward the Narrows, the Atlantic running off east. St. John's compresses everything you'd expect of a North Atlantic city into one harbour. However you got to fifty-plus and on your own here, through a long marriage that ended quietly, a partner who passed, an empty house after the kids moved off-island, the familiar circles already know the situation.
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St. John's runs by the harbour, the Battery, and Signal Hill. Downtown around Water Street and Jellybean Row for an evening stroll, Churchill Square for a coffee, the trails up to Cabot Tower for an actual walk, or a drive out to Cape Spear, Petty Harbour, or Bay Bulls when a day-trip warrants itself. The province does its share of the introducing.