We were particularly attracted to the place yesterday because they were doing a candlelight celebration. They lined the street with plastic bags which had sand in the bottom and a tea light. It was quite a quaint and nifty idea.
Each shop had some goodies for the partaking. Cuppa had coffee and a cookie while we sat on the porch of one shop after buying a few little trinkets inside. (I enjoyed apple cider in another shop later.) The store was also a home, but they had the kitchen opened up on this special occasion. In several weeks when they do their Christmas special, they will make the whole house available for touring. They also featured a older gentleman playing tunes on the piano. They were oldies such as Georgia that I recognized. I appreciated the guy's playing. Like me on the fiddle, he may have come late to the piano, but he did a fine job.
As I was saying, we sat on the porch in the cool of the evening sipping and munching, and a young bagpiper that we had previously met outside of another shop began playing. Below is a photo and a little YouTube clip. Particularly in the video, you can see smoke coming from the outdoor fireplace on the front lawn.
Cuppa enjoyed the day in general but particularly this part, the sitting, the sipping, the munching, the playing, and the talking to the bagpiper who hailed from a little hamlet south of Burnstown. Below, Cuppa sits on the porch, and below that is a picture of some of the porch decorations — snowshoes.
While I'm at it, here's another photo of Cuppa entering the same shop and one below that taken from behind the store.
Finally, here's another clip of the same bagpiper. This was our first sighting, in front of another shop. Gotta love how Cuppa marches in to the music.
It was a good day.
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Living in Eastern Ontario has lots of interesting places nearby to visit.
Here in the North we have not been settled long enough. We also tend to bulldoze our historic sites as resources get exhausted.
About 1 1/2 hours north of here near Earlton is the Highway Bookstore, a rare find deep in books. One place I do like to visit. A very elderly couple owns this. I worry for it's fate as it is for sale.
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