Bar Harbor (yes, I know how to spell it, peeps), was, and is, it's lovely old self. I think it's a charming, if touristy, little place.
Lobstahman checking his traps...
Flowers. GLORIOUS flowers. Oh how I have missed thee.
This would be fun!
Makes me reflect on the places I've seen the past four weeks.
You simply can NOT go to New England in the summer and NOT get a lobster roll!
The Beautiful Inn.
Paging Tippi Hedren!!!
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