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October 23, 2006

Maine

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This is the only cliche photo I'm going to publish from my weekend in the Kennybunks. For more views you can go to the K'bunk website.

It is, of course, a shopping mecca. Businesses in every crevice, bursting with precious dustcatchers for tourists, who arrive by land and by sea, to luxuriate, or at least gape. It made a girl think about privilege, and how southern coastal Maine oozes with it (interspersed with occasional pockets of honkeytonk -- and , even these, are suffering from condoization and gentrification)

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I know I promised to shoot Barbie and #41, I thought I might catch them dining at the White Barn Inn, a "Realis & Chateau" restaurant catering to the narcissistic character disorder. The food was good, and the service obsequious to the point of hilarity. A complimentary pre appetizer (a sliver of smoked salmon laid over something exotic but forgettable) was served, as was a complimentary predessert, (strawberry puree with orange "foam"), a complimentary post dessert (homemade chocolates and little cookies) and a post post dessert (little coconut cakes ). It feels important to add that regular dessert (a pecan delice, if you must know), is included in the prix fixe menu. Frankly, it was more dessert than necessary Cocktails were also apologetically complimentary, since the seven minute wait was considered too long for royalty such as I.

I did bike past the compoundwhich isn't that far from the road on a Maine point. I think they must be in Saudi, since the secret service wasn't around. I did photograph it, but there are those who shot it much more dramatically than I did. The house just across the street, perhaps three football fields away, is for sale. If you're interested give Southeby's a ring. Its kind of a cute neighborhood.

Back in town, I was heartened to see that not everyone in the K'bunks is Republican. Somebody's gotta catch the lobster, I guess.

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Wherever there is clapboard, iron work and vinyl storm windows, I succumb.

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Some places were closed

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I have a ton of pictures, but these will have to suffice due to time considerations. I shall push the button now.


Posted by Dakota at October 23, 2006 07:23 AM