I miss the clouds and mist near the bay in Portland, Maine. That; combined with the brick and stone architecture; gives the place an old, mysterious feeling.
Untold stories whisper from the windows of old brick buildings; built after fire took out almost all the wooden structures.
New ideas peak out from the old frames of windows and doors.
I am loving the post-apocalyptic Maine fashions. They are made for real life now; not science fiction. I felt for a minute like I was in the last city standing.
Portland has so many fascinating little nooks and crannies. I appreciate it more after being away from it so long.
I stopped for a quick decaf and a cookie.
And later I had a pause at Longfellow's Garden.
A small city; but it is somehow quite impressive to me; the perfect setting for a story. Part of the Stephen King film; "The Mist" was filmed here.
On the way home I passed by "Matthew's" ; the only bar in Portland I was genuinely frightened of walking buy. Recently there has been a bit of drama about Proud Boys meeting there.
And then I walked back to State street to catch my ride to Damariscotta.
