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Maine Wrapped Up

I am SO out of vacation mode now after taking two nearly back to back trips, but I've got a few stray photos left over from this past week. First up, the Portland Head Light. This was just a short drive across a bridge and across an island from Portland. Very near the lighthouse was a plaque explaining that Longfellow used to walk to this place for inspiration. He knew the light keeper and liked to sit here and write. Longfellow's house is in the art district in Portland, as is a statue and museum.

The lighthouse was beautiful, but right next door was something that looked a little more...well, sinister. We thought it was the remains of a fort, but there were no signs around it. The roof is missing, making the walls dangerous, I suppose, so all entrances were gated off. It just seemed abandoned and the perfect place for something bad to happen. Creepy, huh?

And I'd like to say more to encourage anyone thinking of visiting Portland to reserve a room at the Pomegranate Inn. The place is a beautiful bed and breakfast with something interesting to look at in every nook and cranny. We had breakfast with a snobby woman who was talking about a house in Boston with art on every wall, and she said, "like here but GOOD art." hee hee Say what you want about the stuff on the walls—it was fascinating, and there was so much to take in that you discover something new every day.

This is the dining room where guests have breakfast together:

And this is the sitting room full of books and cookies in the afternoon:

And this the staircase leading to our room:

Finally, just a bit more ocean since I don't know when I'll see it again. We'll be visiting the Pacific when we take No. 1 to school in the summer, but the Atlantic will have to wait.

Comments

Lovely photos Robyn. I crave that sunshine...
dive said…
What a beautiful travelogue, Robyn. you had such glorious weather, too!
MmeBenaut said…
Looks like a lovely spot to stay Robyn and I love all that art on the walls - good or not!
Your daughter looks terrific with the Atlantic as a backdrop too. Welcome home.
Mark said…
Back to back vacations; how awful for you. :-)

Nice photos, though. Thanks for sharing.

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