The Brimfield Antique Show is known for being a hugely vast and eclectic collection of antique sellers and buyers. With three shows a year, the show is home to an abundant collection of dealers who have collected more antiques than I ever knew were still in existence.
The show grounds are huge, sometimes requiring a motorised vehicle to get from one side of the grounds to the other--but a good time is always guaranteed.
With the next show starting on May 14th, you can be promised that there is "never a dull moment" at the Brimfield Show.
New England Escapades
Discoveries in New England. Massachusetts, New York, Rhode Island.
I'm kind of a fan of wonderful ice cream. But my tastes for ice cream don't really land in one direction or the other. I mean, I like a nice un-traditional ice cream when the time is right, but a simple soft-serve can also make my tastebuds dance in much the same way.
Enter Truly Yogurt, an ice cream shop in the town of Wellesley, Massachusetts., that produces the best vanilla-chocolate-swirl soft-serve that I have (possibly) ever tasted. It is certainly up high on the list.
Especially when coated in chocolate sprinkles.
The mixture of smoothness, and the simplicity of the two icecream flavours combines to create something you can eat over, and over, and over again.
And with their smallest size, "The Kiddy", priced at $2.50USD and sized at the average loaf of bread, you simply can't go wrong.
When you find a great place for ice cream, you just know. After a day wandering around Tremont St. in Boston, we managed to find this little bucket of joy upon a recommendation from one of the local shop-owners.
Picco has an absolutely wonderful selection of ice cream. Since we couldn't decide on just one flavor from their abundant ice cream list, we opted to go for "The Sampler"—our choice of any three of flavors that day. It was perfect. We decided on dark chocolate, cinnamon, and passionfruit.
I don't think I've ever tasted ice cream as perfectly flavorful as theirs. The cinnamon was reminiscent of a Big Red/snickerdoodle melody. The dark chocolate, for a 78%-cacao-fan like myself, was the epitome of chocolate deliciousness. The passionfruit was the perfect depiction of summer, and paired magically with the other two. You could put any of them together, and your mouth would explode...
Sometimes you have to get down to ground-level to see "eye-to-eye" with the hidden beauty in America's biggest cities.
So I did just that.
Central Park has plenty to share.
It seems like there are many microcosms in New York, but none moreso than this: that even in the "concrete jungle" of stepping stones in Central Park, life still grows and blossoms.
And there is evidence of *that* all over the city.
Sitting at a cafe table in Manhattan's Central Park, one is overcome by the surrounding beauty.
Central Park provides the perfect collection of nature, culture and people.
You simply can't go wrong in Manhattan, and Central Park is proof yet again.
Especially in summer.
It's perfectly normal to have an affinity towards things from our pasts. But, what if it's a past we never got to experience? Maybe that makes us love it more?
I assume that is the case with my love for diners. And this place in particular.
Discovered on the road from Great Barrington, Massachusetts., to New York City, New York., the Martindale Chief Diner is gorgeous.
From the chrome EVERYTHING, to the genuinely chirpy waitresses, to the soda fountain, and the tray of brownies on the counter--I got the priviledge of experiencing a past I never knew.
One night this past summer, we ventured to the wonderful restaurant "The Lobster Pool" with a friend visiting from Australia. We arrived just before the sun was due to set, and ate our steaming lobsters, buttery corn-on-the-cob, and sharp coleslaw--while wearing bibs--as the impeccable beauty of a New England horizon sunset took our breath away.
The Lobster Pool
329 Granite Street, Rockport, MA
The type of art that captivates, I find, is art that is completely and wholly unexpected. It is art that makes you take a second look, forces you to look beyond the confines of what you know, and makes your jaw drop.
Such is this mural discovered upon a walk along New York City's "Highline"--one of my absolute favourite To-Do's whilst in the Big Apple.
There is no shortage of beauty in New York City, but it is the small undiscovered things that turn a trip into a journey.
During the Boston Harborfest this summer, tall ships entered Boston Harbor from all over the world. They were decorated with flags, and had perfectly immaculate "swabbed decks".
The best part of the festival, for me, was being able to speak--with mediocre Spanish prowess--to the dedicated men and women aboard the boats from Latin America. It made me feel as if I had travelled all the way to Brazil when in fact, Brazil had kindly come all the way to me.
And when I accidentally took a wrong turn and ended up in the sailors' cabins, Brazil kindly told me to exit their bedroom/dance floor/eating quarters.
With a smile and a "gracias por su tiempo", I took my leave.
And the boats marvelled the next thirty-five people in line behind me.
Boston Harborfest June 28th -- July 4th, 2012
Bristol, Rhode Island. is known for being a very patriotic town. Their Fourth of July celebration is heralded as being "the oldest continuous celebration of its kind in the United States".
Even the streets get in on the action.
Red, white and blue marks the middle of the road on most of the streets in the town, showing the way for the annual parade.
And it remains there for the rest of the year to shock and awe all visitors.
Such as my flabbergasted self.
This burger deserved a mouth much bigger than mine. Honestly; upon reflection, I don't even know how I managed to eat it.
But it's tantalising deliciousness just drew me in...so I had to say yes.
With a combination of perfectly juicy burger patty, fresh vegetable ingredients--sweet red onion and juicy tomato--plus accompanying sweet potato fries (a "Heck YES!" any day of the week), and the timeless American classic dill pickle, this burger was one worth remembering.
Even if I couldn't eat it all in one sitting.
Aidan's Irish Pub, 5 John Street, Bristol, Rhode Island
The Boston Harbor Shipyard and Marina is beautiful. Still a working port, the shipyard is home to many a gorgeous boat. I have to say that I am also partial to KO Catering and Pies—a little slice of home in Boston, serving Aussie goodies like satisfying pies, lamingtons, and sausage rolls around the clock. They have two locations, with their newest one in the Shipyard.
Sitting on the outside deck, this picturesque view is perfectly visible. Unlikely art, blue sky, and the water of Boston Harbor.
The Norman Rockwell Museum is a must. The collection of art, culture and personal memories provides a full explanation of exactly who the fabulous Mr. Rockwell was. We spent a day at the museum, captivated by the art collections, the grounds, and the preservation of all things Rockwell.
It wasn't hard to see that art, however unique, was everywhere.
After spending a day walking around Boston--eating yum cha in Chinatown, going to the Institute of Contemporary Art, navigating through a pop-up street market--we decided we were a little peckish. As soon as we exited the arches designating Boston's Chinatown, we stumbled across a wonderful little food truck.
Cookie Monstah. A food truck dedicated to cookies.
We were able to mix-and-match a cookie flavour with an icecream flavour.
After much deliberation, we ended up with chocolate chip cookies with green tea icecream to make our perfect icecream sandwich.
Delectable. And fabulous!
While the Norman Rockwell Museum in Stockbridge, Mass. is a gem in itself (filled with a captivating collection of the artists' greatest works and a detailed documentation of his rise to prominence), the grounds that the museum sits on are just as fascinating.
Away from the central museum--only a little walk down the back path--is Rockwell's actual studio, which was moved from its original location to its current place on the museum grounds.
One thing that I definitely recommend is snagging one of the mango "popsicles" that the museum stocks. On a hot summer day, there isn't much more to top off a day of excellent art and historical beauty than a seat in the woods and frozen fruit on a stick.