Maine: Bar Harbor

from 11.20.22

Bar Harbor is charming in the summer, but it belongs to the crowds then. I liked this version of it—the streets were emptier and the few shops still open were advertising their season’s end sales. There was a woman feeding pigeons in the park and a troubadour serenading guests outside one of the inns. The town was being gently reclaimed by the people it truly belongs to, and for an afternoon, I pretended I was one of them.