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| Took this shot the night I arrived in Essex. |
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| The Griswold Inn, where I ate and slept. |
Burn it to the ground! Apparently that’s what the British
had in mind in the War of 1812. Instead they spared the town of Essex and
burned the town’s ship building trade. But I’m here to tell you it’s back
albeit in pleasure craft form and the town preserved in a state of impossible
quaintness. I thought when I was there; this is so much less "real" than L.A.
because it would seem to be a set designer’s dream, so quintessentially New
England.
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| Inside the Griswold Inn. Do you sense a recurring theme? |
Until my mural is up, touched-up, and passed inspection I’m
slightly anxious, have sleeping issues, but I doubt there’s a better place to be
a little distressed. Essex did everything it could to relax and reassure me;
all is well. Just look at these pictures, will you? And tell me: what’s your
favorite hamlet?
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| Random photos taken in Essex. The village is surrounded by water on three sides. |
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| Where my mural lives; front, back, and waterside of the house. |
Next post I’ll take you inside where my mural’s installed.
