We lucked out with the timing of our trip weather-wise. I think I got more sun in a week than I have gotten in Paris in months. It was a cold, brief sun, but the vitamin D was a nice hit, and it enhanced my mood for the best.
A trip up the coast to see the sights.
A stop at Two lights ended up being a tad more lingering than expected due to the keys being locked in the trunk of the car, but I could think of worse places to be stuck. The heroic and hunky AAA guy showed up to the rescue soon enough, and all was once again right with the world.
Once that little issue was solved, we were on to Portland Head Light.
As a kid, this was a great place to explore old ruins and bunkers, but most of it is now fenced off. Boo.
Afterwards, a nosh in Portland and a trip to the lovely Portland Museum of Art.
It's a small museum, but well-curated. Lots of local artist are featured, as well as summer residents that Maine puts a claim on as well: Winslow Homer, Edward Hopper, Rockwell Kent, the Whyeths Three, plus a nice foray into French Impressionist.
I am a big fan of the city of Portland, and it's a great base for exploring the nearby area. There's a really exciting food scene happening that emphasizes the fact that it is indeed a working port city. It also might be your only chance to find good bread in the area, with its many inspired bakeries and bakers. It seems like every time I'm here, a new amazing microbrew pops up, and the towns creative spirt makes for a lot of galleries and small shops to browse. It also seems like everyone you meet is in a band and playing the many bars and clubs.