Fashionable *NEW* "Bump-outs"  ~

Cayuga's New "Bump-outs"

Cayuga goes High-Fashion

Entrace to future ONE-WAY Cayuga Street from Highway 3

One reader writes:  "Everywhere's doing the same.  It's odd.  It'll look nice, but I can't understand why it's happening all over the British Isles and possibly in other towns and cities in Canada too."

Cozy Corner Cayuga & King

Bookshop Green Roof

Talbot Street Today ~

Looks Permanent

Tedious, Difficult Work

Old Buildings.  Old Roads.  Old Village.

Thursday The Bookshop Remains Closed
Getting worse before it gets better!

The Heritage Grand River

I'll walk where my own nature would be leading ~
It vexes me to choose another guide ~
Where the grey flocks in ferny glens are feeding,
Where the wild wind blows on the mountain-side.

~Emily Bronte [1818 - 1848] Often Rebuked.  Stanza 4

Foot And a Half Drop Into Loose Rubble Saturday Morning

The Neat Little Bookshop was closed most of Friday and all day Saturday.  We cannot explain why a retail business would be left in these conditions for a weekend but there we are.

Today, we will once again contact the county project manager, our councillor and the contractor to see what can be done to reopen on Wednesday.  Meanwhile, we apologize for the inconvenience.  We experienced a visitor stepping into mid-air on Saturday, having forgotten the two foot drop.  There will be no entry to the shop until repairs.

[Please click on photo for larger image. lbw]

Thanks, Geroge.  Great Rig~!

"Here stand my books, line upon line
They reach the roof, and row by row,
They speak of faded tastes of mine,
And things I did, but do not, know.

~ Andrew Lang [1844 - 1912] Ballade of His Books.  Stanza 1

"We marvel, now we look behind:
Life's more amusing than we thought!

~ Andrew Lang, Ballade of Middle Age. Stanza 1

The Way We Were

Happy Father's Day from the bookshop

"When others fail him, the wise man looks

To the sure companionship of books."

~Old Friends

~ Andrew Lang [1844 - 1912] Scots poet, novelist, Nobel Prize for Literature.

"One gift the fairies gave me:  (three
They commonly bestowed of yore)
The love of books, the golden key
That opens the enchanted door."

~Ballade of the Bookworm. Stanza 2