It’s turning out to be “My Day in Pictures” kind of day.
Klara is at an age where I need to plan out the entire day with tons of outdoors activities if I am to have any peace to cook or read during the day.
In the morning we visited the town’s oldest neighborhood. This is a place with really old, beautiful trees, small houses whose owners have lived here forever (and some have even been around for more than one generation!), and very broken down sidewalks. These are overwhelmingly blue-collar folks with an occasional college instructor renting a house before he can buy something in a middle-class neighborhood.
I never saw anything but Bernie signs in this neighborhood during the election.
The funny thing is that the town’s most expensive neighborhood has nothing like this sensational foliage. The rich people’s house’s sit under the scorching sun with no shadow to hide from the heat. Of course, they have swimming pools but no pool can substitute these gorgeous old trees.