From Gorham, ME, it’s a short drive on Congress Street into downtown Portland. I’m not sure what I expected from Portland. Many of our Philly friends rave about the wonders of this small city, and although we had a fun visit, I like Philly better. To be fair, we were evaluating Portland as a place to live, not a place to visit, so that affected my perception (as did the heat, humidity, and rain).
Our first stop was the Wednesday farmers market at Memorial Square, surrounded by coffee shops, an independent bookstore, and an indoor market building. Buskers added a festive vibe to the proceedings.
After wandering around the market, we walked to “Old Port,” a cobble-stoned section of town with restaurants, bars, street bluegrass, and plenty of touristy shops and then followed Commercial Street, making our way along the harbor. More touristy shops, seafood restaurants, passengers from a docked cruise ship, and a man dressed up like a lobster.
By the time we got to Becky’s Diner, I was hot and cranky.
Next stop was the Maine Historical Society and their impressive old photos of life in Maine.
It’s peanut butter jelly time! Sandwich break in Lincoln Park. Raspberry & Nutella sandwiches are highly recommended.
Our B&B, near Deering Oaks Park, served as home base for two nights. The proprieter sent us to nearby Local 188 for dinner. Oh my. Type E had a huge seafood paella that involved every kind of seafood imaginable, and I enjoyed risotto with Brussels sprouts, scallions, and other delicious items I can’t remember. Also, Peaks Organic Fall Summit is a tasty beer.
Day two in Portland involved a rainy drive around the bay, a visit to the Portland Museum of Art, delicious flatbread in a cozy waterfront restaurant, some buskers in Old Port, a movie (Wall Street 2…wait for the DVD), and the Portland Stage Company’s excellent, creative production of The 39 Steps.