We stopped in Blue Hill, Maine just because we had some time before we needed to head to Bangor for our flight home and because it was a glorious late summer/early fall kind of day. We knew we were headed back to summery humidity in DC and were reveling in the sunshine and glorious breezes of Maine. We love Maine. Have I mentioned that?
We stopped in a couple of really fine galleries, and a few that weren’t so fine. We had clam strips at the Fish Net and followed it up with amazingly good ice cream at Black Dinah Chocolatiers. (The ice cream is actually made at Pugnuts Ice Cream Shop in nearby Surry.)
I noticed there was a bookshop in town which is usually all I need to know to want to take a peek. But I had travel day time-anxiety and wasn’t sure if I would take the time to check it out. But, it turned out that we had plenty of time so I decided to see what it was all about. I had no idea how good of a shop Blue Hill Books would turn out to be. Great variety and selection. No doubt they get tourist traffic, but they are open year round and exist in a county with only 55,000 residents. Every county should be so lucky.
I got a giant book on color theory, John got several garden writing books, I was impressed with how many Amblers they had on the shelf, if my luggage hadn’t been full I would have gotten more…