Fixpoint

Continued from part 2.

Let's proceed to a stroll downtown, starting from the Waterfront (Old Port) district (archived). It's all very brick and granite.

I hear the standard baking is excellent; we'll have to stop by on the next round.

Custom house.

The Thomas Block at 100 Commercial Street, dating to the mid-nineteenth century.

All the key financial services, except for the free cash machine.

Heading inland; at left is the Time And Temperature Building with rooftop display of... guess what.

John Ford surveys the intersection from the director's chair.

Driving was complicated more by the artificial obstacles of turn-only and bike lanes coming and going without warning than by any actual hazards.

The Maine Lobsterman depicted in the square outside the Nickelodeon Cinemas.

We've seen the Thomas, now here's the Thompson Block on Middle Street. There's not much construction predating 1867, on account of much of the city having been destroyed by a fire in 1866.

Works Progress Administration conduit #376. Er, I mean Morgan Stanley.

Some new growth.

Karen McDine entertained over dinner and craft beers at a singer-songwriter showcase hosted at Blue, with songs flowing from the ever-abundant streams of love, loss and longing. This Tim guy followed, whose baseball cap entirely shadowed whatever expressions he might have had and whose indistinct crooning became unbearable in short order. My mom, who has no trouble letting you know what's on her mind, initiated the escape plan, though we were slowed by not having arranged for the check.

In the guest bedroom upstairs, parts of the relocated library were looking tempting; more so than the first few thousand times the spines had passed through my field of vision at any rate. I ended up sticking with what I'd brought though.

To be continued.