I had planned to spend the afternoon vegging, but instead, went back to the museum with Laura. We had fun analyzing the quilts and samplers on display. She has a good eye for detail, as well, and pointed out several things I hadn't even noticed on the first trip through a few days ago. Then we had supper at the Shields Tavern. (The Fish House punch was particularly good.) Actually heard this guy playing there:
The violinist with him played a slow, meditative melody that suddenly made me long for home and the Brick. The tune? "Westering Home." No wonder.
We walked down the street to attend a candlelight organ concert at the church three blocks down. Then back to the hotel, and a quick swim.
What a nice way to end an interesting day.
Leaving tomorrow morning to start heading north to Maine Quilts.