I had a few hours between appointments on a lovely Saturday, so I did something I rarely do. I wandered about with no real goals in mind. It was a beautiful day to do so.
This lilac impresses me with the amount of blooms it has managed to produce.
In Massachusetts I lived in what was called a Philadelphia-style house. I just googled the term and results seem to indicate that this term is only used in the Boston area to descibe a two-family house. At any rate, they were everywhere in the Boston area and I don’t often see them here. So I took a picture of this one, which is not only a Philidelphia-style house, but said house seems to have managed to escape the sprucing up most houses have undergone in this neighborhood.
It was record store day. This is a line to get into one of Portland’s record stores.
I ate my lunch here. I did not try their delicious flan. That term is an oxymoron in my book. But every time I run across flan, I think of the Birthday Flan in one of the episodes of Friends and I smile. That Birthday Flan got what it had coming to it.