Tour 3:  Evangeline Trail and Wine Tasting (9 hours)
 
Travel through the heart of the farm land of Nova Scotia, past rolling hills and pleasant pastoral settings of the Annapolis Valley to visit the land of the Acadians (acadiens et acadiennes).  Here, you will see the effects of the world’s highest tides in Windsor. Continue on to Grand Pré National Historic Park , where you will learn of ‘Evangeline’, Longfellow's tragic heroine, and the sad plight of the Acadians, the simple farm folk who were amongst the first settlers of Nova Scotia.  
 
Next, a visit will be made at the Grand Pré Winery for a brief tour and a chance to sample some of Atlantic Canada’s finest wines.  Recently purchased and renovated by Swiss businessman, Hanspeter Stutz, the Grand Pre Winery offers 30 acres of beautiful vineyards, an on-site art display allowing guests to view the works of both Nova Scotian and European artists.
 
You will then travel through beautiful Wolfville and enjoy a group lunch.  You will also have the opportunity to walk the main street and browse for souvenirs. On the return drive to Halifax, a visit will be made to a farm fresh Nova Scotia fruit and vegetable stand.
 
This tour will also include admission to Prescott House Museum. Built as the home of the Honourable Charles Prescott about 1814, this is one of the finest examples of Georgian architecture in Nova Scotia. The house was restored by Mary Allison Prescott in the 1930s. She added a fine collection of oriental rugs, and a selection of early needlework samplers. The Museum also has an elegant garden and extensive grounds with some unusual trees.
Evangeline, A Tale of Arcadie, by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, from the 1893 Cambridge Edition (Originally published in 1847) THIS is the forest primeval. The murmuring pines and the hemlocks, Bearded with moss, and in garments green, indistinct in the twilight, Stand like Druids of eld, with voices sad and prophetic, Stand like harpers hoar, with beards that rest on their bosoms. Loud from its rocky caverns, the deep-voiced neighboring ocean Speaks, and in accents disconsolate answers the wail of the forest. This is the forest primeval; but where are the hearts that beneath it Leaped like the roe, when he hears in the woodland the voice of the huntsman? Where is the thatch-roofed village, the home of Acadian farmers -- Men whose lives glided on like rivers that water the woodlands, Darkened by shadows of earth, but reflecting an image of heaven? Waste are those pleasant farms, and the farmers forever departed! Scattered like dust and leaves, when the mighty blasts of October Seize them, and whirl them aloft, and sprinkle them far o'er the ocean. Naught but tradition remains of the beautiful village of Grand-Pré. Ye who believe in affection that hopes, and endures, and is patient, Ye who believe in the beauty and strength of woman's devotion, List to the mournful tradition still sung by the pines of the forest; List to a Tale of Love in Acadie, home of the happy.