Of course it's quaint ... it's Maine

So here I am, in Portland, Maine. Did I have any preconceived ideas about what it would be like? Of course I did, I'm human.

But this, this is Portland. Not quite what I expected, but still beautiful. And quaint. Tree-lined streets. Old stone churches. Cobble-stone streets. Antique shops selling lots of little antique things. All very artsy.

I love it.

But it's cold. Not, "Gosh, perhaps I shall don a sweater today" kind of cold. More like, "Shit, I forgot my thick black coat back in Vegas" kind of cold. Sunny? Not so much.

And people smile here. Strangers. They walk past you and smile. And you wonder what mischievous mischief they have been up to. Or perhaps, here's a wild idea, perhaps they are genuinely happy. And so would I be if I lived here.

Old buildings. Friendly people. And Birckenstocks. Friendly people who wear Birckenstocks.

And did I mention it's cold?