A Visit to Old Orchard Beach ... among other things.

Old Orchard Beach is a half hour from here. Since we don't recall ever seeing that place we drove off for a peek after brunch. The beach is a long stretch of agreeable beige sand and the weather did a beautiful job of imitating summer. Beach population was sparse due to being off-season, so all that was a bonus. Here is a view of the pier ...


As for Old Orchard Beach, the town, particularly in the neighbourhood near the beach, I can sum up my general impression in one short word:  no.

After a couple of hours sunning ourselves on the beach and walking a distance through inches of the Atlantic we started back toward Kennebunk, planning on visiting along the way a couple of huge buildings we'd seen. They were close together, and both filled with an enormous variety of antiques for sale.


The photo above gives you the general idea. What frequently caught my eye were very well made statuettes of horses, some in plaster, some in metal, some in plastic, and priced much lower than I
expected. I would have bought one, but one little fact restrained me: I don't want one. An elephant? Maybe, but they had none. The closest they came was this reminder of my childhood days ...


We entered Kennebunkport, parked the car, and walked over to The Clam Shack, reputed to have the very best Lobster Rolls in all New England. The sign on their door read, "Closed for the season." Enjoying summer weather here during the uncrowded off-season is great but it does have its occasional bummer.

Did you know "bummer" comes from German 'Bummler' meaning to stroll, loaf about? Ich bin ein Bummler. 

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