Making our way up the coast of Maine from Portland, we reach the little city of Bath. Needing to stretch our legs and find a late lunch, we stop to poke around.
The main street boasts a collection of independent antique shops, bookstores, craft galleries and other quaint ‘mom and pop’ operations. There’s a small, quiet waterfront park bordering a stretch of the Kennebec River, which is shadowed in the afternoon light by the Sagadahoc Bridge.
After wandering for a few blocks we step into an unassuming tavern off of Washington Street and split a sandwich and salad. The people in Maine seem a kind and gracious folk, and the clouds above us are breaking to reveal a Fall blue sky. All bodes well for the remainder of our trip.