Witch Hunting

Good morning, dear friends.  I hope that you all enjoyed your weekend.  The Northeast was gifted with bright sunshine, which was a blessing after a week of rain.  

The Mister asked me early in the week what I had in mind for the weekend.  I told him without a moment's hesitation, I wanted to head for witch country.  So, off to Salem we went.

Nathaniel Hawthorne, author of The Scarlet Letter, holds watch in the town square.

This charming hotel is named after Salem's infamous author.

No witches spotted in the lobby.

We did some shopping for cauldrons and magic spells.

And ended up bringing this guy home with us.  We call him Roger Chillingworth. 

Lady Linda asked me if I wanted to have a reading done.  I told her no.  I was afraid she would tell me that we spent too much $ on the painting we just bought.

Evidently, I was not the only person that had the idea of going to America's scariest town a week before Halloween.

This lady had a whole new take on face painting.

I'll take 2 blisters and a bruise, please.

And one bloody arm.

One of her loyal subjects.

Lots of scary street tunes.

This guy definitely had his eye on me.  I told the Mister not to pick a fight with him.  He looked dangerous. 

At last!  I found my witch!

It was time for our two and a half hour Foliage Cruise.  When we boarded, we realized that the boat was packed to full capacity.  I looked at the Mister and suggested we jump ship and find our way to the patio across the water and enjoy a glass of wine and a nice lunch.  

At first I thought the Mister was going to dive in and swim.  
I never saw him move so fast!

Later... shipmates!

We found the patio hiding in this restaurant.

The Mister was very happy with my suggestion.

Foliage is totally overrated. 

When we arrived home, we did a little of this.  The Mister takes his ball throwing very seriously.  

And a little of that.

Have a fabulous Monday!