This bathroom is so snug there is not even an inch between the sink and the arc of the door. I liked the two blue drawings of trains that were done by a family member. I even liked meeting Jim Crawford, our district's candidate for state senate.I am not inclined to go to political events,but was happy I did.Even signed up to make calls and help get out the vote.
Not so clean. See the paper towel on the floor under the waste bin? Believe me, this barely represents the trach that was strewn around this restroom. And the sink...I'll soare you the grime in there.
This might have been the best room in this house which is a spiritual retreat rental facility. The shoreline setting and well kept grounds, however, are pretty spectacular.I wonder if these shells were gathered on the beach out front? Maybe I will have a birthday celebration here... remains to be seen.
The curtain ws due to go up at 7:30, so was kind of on the run for this one. Actually there is no curtain at this little theater in the west village. It is in the round. Does great plays and Tribes was no exception. Deep and difficult on the topic of deafness. However, there is always the joyous consumption of a delicious gelatto at the shop next door. I had terra misu, but wished I had gone for the mango that my friend let me taste. Yummy.
This tile pattern and palette reminded me of stained glass. Was it just because I was at the divinity school? Well attended art opening for Ellen Priest. If you are in the vicinity, go see her show Mon- Fri from 9 to 5 thru June. Colorful and lively and sometimes stunningly beautiful collaged works based on jazz compositions.
A direct and personal version of the ubiquitous restroom sign. Every restroom I go in has a waste basket. Why are people putting trash in the toilets? FYI the store is for sale!
My good friend Abby has been after me for 2 years to have my hair cut here by Ralph. She was right. Haven't had as sophisticated, yet easy, cut in memory. The studio is way cool which is not reflected in this photo of the restroom. Kind of a nice touch with those circular wall tiles.
As surprised as I was to find live plants in the rest stops on the way to Boston, I was shocked to discover this charming New England print in this rest stop.
Shot number four for the neuroma in my right foot. Never hurts less when he gives it, but I do think the treatment is working. No children to be found in this podiatrist's office, so I don't understand the nursery art in the restroom, but did find it whimsical and a pleasant diversion.
This is the kind of art work one expects at a bed and breakfast, not a gas station.