Road trip part 2
The church bells didn’t get any extra tourist customers, but we did have a leisurely breakfast in a bread store, out on the patio. I could have gone for bacon and eggs; a muffin sufficed. Then off to visit the shops.
The city of Kingston is now top of the list in places where I could get lost in bookstores. From the bookieman from Nebraska that wanted to update my trivia knowledge about blankets and smallpox (probably just an urban myth) to Indigo with too many temptations, to the other smaller but no less interesting shops, this is a class A destination for the librophile in your family. Add in the game store, the magazine stores and all others that I didn’t see for lack of time, and Kingston is “my kinda town”. Plus, the people were just plain nice to us and dogs seem welcome.
We did the run home non-stop, except for a refueler, and there was a good variety of wildlife. The groundhogs on high alert, the deer I never saw, the three moose that I did. Canada is not all urban sprawl.
