Bar Harbor, Day #4

How can one not like a town where there's a shop called The Hemporium?  (Click image for larger version.)
How can one not like a town where there’s a shop called The Hemporium? (Click image for larger version.)

A rainy day in Bar Harbor. But the Caribbean Princess arrived on schedule and, by 10 a.m., the Opera House was a tower of Babel … German, French, Cockney, Japanese … brimming with plastic-wrapped passengers eager to access the Internet, which makes me wonder … Can one not check one’s email on the high seas?
Anyway, I got lots of design work done before returning to The Villager, so my stressometer needle has ceased to wiggle.

Egg roll and hot tea for dinner. Cold and clear tomorrow. Reading a book by Frederik Pohl called Jem. Science fiction, of course. Looking forward to reading “Miss Buncle’s Book” upon my return to Greenville since a friend ordered a copy and should have finished it by then.