As I pointed out the lobster roll cart & a boutique with going-out-of-business sales, Becca seemed overwhelmed. "I'm on sensory overload!" she exclaimed as we passed the Starbucks on the corner of Portsmouth's one "major" downtown intersection. I laughed - a New Yorker, on sensory overload in little old New England?
And then we turned to the right. And saw this.
Who says the crazies only live in the big cities?