We drove down to Niantic yesterday to visit a bookstore a friend told me about. It’s called The Book Barn. It’s a second-hand book store that will buy your old books (in good condition) and give you cash or store credit. So we bagged up all our old Magic Treehouse and Secrets of Droon books and headed south.
(My 16-year-old son still kept these in the back of his closet, though no one’s looked at them in many a year)
The Book Barn is a really interesting place. It’s set in three different locations, all within a mile or so area along the same road. The Main Barn, the Downtown shop, and Mid-Town. There is a fourth as well, according to the website, but we didn’t see it. Downtown and Mid-Town are within a short walk of each other, maybe a block away.
The entrance to the Main Barn
At the Main Barn, there are smaller buildings set around the area, filled with books, as well as smaller, slightly covered-over outdoor bookshelves.
There’s a lot of country-folk decorations, nice paths, and some silly hand lettered signs.
And one the bigger draws of the place – CATS. There were a few we saw wandering around outside, but we failed to get any pictures of them.
There were two inside that we saw, one sleepy big guy who loved being petted, and purred when you did…
…and the little black one who also loved being petted, but showed it by digging his claws in when you stopped.
Don’t remember taking this picture, but I take a lot of unintended pictures of floors, and the inside of my pocket and such. Must be one of those.
My daughter thought this was funny. They also had an autographed picture of Tony Orlando, and I wanted to take a picture of that, but it was too high up on the wall to get a good angle. (You DO remember Tony Orlando, don’t you? Not really sure why I do….but I do.)
It was a really cute place, and it was a nice drive.
We left and went to Foxwoods to have lunch at the Hard Rock and wander around.
No gambling, daughter is not of the proper age. We sat on a bench outside one of the casino entrances to talk for a while, and they have guards at all the entrances to check ID’s.
We were a good fifty feet away, and she’s 18 but looks younger. Yet the whole time we sat there, about 20 minutes, he never took his eyes off her. We wondered if he thought she would suddenly leap up and bolt past him into the den of evil and corruption.
Oh, and behind our bench was a nice set of statuary…a Native American woman holding a lamb, with 2 sheep walking in front of her, being followed by a faithful dog. The dog was male. How do I know?