I ventured into the far north this festive weekend (Valentine's Day, Chinese New Year, Presidents Day) to visit the wayward D, accompanied by the Kweilats. For some reason D decided that his career goals were best served by isolating himself in Portland, Maine, a bustling metropolis of 60,000 souls. Here he is posing with a statue dedicated to the local lobster fishery:
Despite being a small town in the middle of Maine (yet also the state's largest 'city'), Portland punches above its weight in three categories: food, coffee shops, and book stores. So there are some pleasant things to do during a weekend, and one can indeed eat extremely well.
Among the other attractions:
Jumping into the freezing Casco Bay (NOT done by us).
Then there's the art:
The shopping:
Old time-y railroads (this one's for you, Le Duc)
The renowned International Museum of Cryptozoology:
And you can even 'cross the Styxx,' a nightclub of exceptional style.
2 comments:
Old time-y railroads?
Are you sure that isn't a photo of the first fruits from Obama's high speed rail stimulus package (which, for comparison, is set at roughly 3% of the amount that impoverished Spain has committed to HSR)?!
No no, those new ones are all pulled by donkeys.
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