Today, Rae and I went to Manchester, NH on a whim. We had seen some of the brick factory-like buildings from the highway while driving by that way. I actually expected it to be more of a touristy town with little shoppes — which must be pronounced “shop-ees” in order to be suitably quaint. It wasn’t overly quaint, but it was still nice to walk around on a beautiful day. Next time I probably wouldn’t go on a Sunday, though, because what shoppes there were were mostly closed!
Town hall was quite pretty. From a distance, we thought it was a church.
This fellow is apparently named John Stark. The whole street was named Stark Street, in fact. Rae and I have been reading too much A Song of Ice and Fire.
I told Rae to go in that phone booth so I could take her photo.
And this was the unhappy face she gave me after she realized it smelled strongly of urine in there.
For Science! 