When I entered into the village of Bangor, I knew I was getting close to Malone, my destination. It was still quite rural and the houses were fascinating:
According to the sign, this little road led back through the Maple trees to the Bangor Cemetery. Notice the sap buckets hanging from the trees:
There were old slat-back rocking chairs and a spinning wheel on this front porch:
A giant old barn with a grain bin and a hay elevator:
And this cute house which could have been transported here directly from a Mother Goose book:
A stately old brick home:
And another one with a widow's watch, or cupola. I was almost to Malone at this point and will post about that tomorrow:
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