A Sunday adventure in Portland, Maine is never something you have to coax me into doing. I’m up for it every time. Portland is like a mini-Boston, only not as expensive to enjoy and a little more funky and bohemian I’d say. My senses were completely enraptured. Orchestral music from the concert we attended is still echoing in me. The calamari spicy pizza we ingested with a dark roasted chocolate beer is still warming my belly. The smell of decaying autumn leaves and the salty breeze coming in off the ocean made impressions I will take to bed with me tonight and revisit in my dreams. My eyes saw much beauty, which I share happily with you here. XO