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Tuesday, May 27, 2014

Montague Bookmill

The Lady Killigrew

Another Senior Week activity was my final trip to the Montague Bookmill. It was one of the first places I visited as a first year at Smith in my orientation group, and it was one of the last places I visited as a Smithie, too. It seemed appropriate.

The Bookmill is a magical place. Once a Mill, it's now a collection of restaurants and shops for used music and books. It's peaceful and beautiful and a wonderful place to relax and decompress. Most Smithies don't ever make it there. Fortunately for us, I have a car, and our schedules finally aligned the day before Senior Week started to feel more like Commencement Weekend.

Bronte and Winter

First, we grabbed some lunch at the Lady Killigrew. Everyone liked the look of the bread board with whole grain mustard, so that's what we all got (Bronte and Winter also split a brie sandwich and a salad).

Bread board at the Lady Killigrew

Brie Sandwich at the Lady Killigrew

It's simple, delicious food. I am going to have to try out the bread board at home!

Friends at Lady Killigrew
Friends at Lady Killigrew

We washed it all down with hard cider. Isn't Winter beautiful? Let it be known that she posed for both of those photos! She soon demanded my camera (turn about is fair play, etc.) and took a combination of amazing pictures:

Friends at Lady Killigrew
Friends at Lady Killigrew
Friends at Lady Killigrew
Friends at Lady Killigrew
Friends at Lady Killigrew

And some not-so-amazing pictures (I've elected to spare you the selfies she took looking up at the underside of her chin and the blurred extreme closeups of my mouth with the wall behind me in sharp focus):

Friends at Lady Killigrew
Friends at Lady Killigrew

Eventually, I'd had enough.

Friends at Lady Killigrew
Friends at Lady Killigrew

We had finished our food anyway, so we headed into the book store to browse for a few hours.

Montague Bookmill

Bronte took a nap and browsed the European History section. Winter got some work done and looked for books written in Icelandic. I mostly wandered, finding a few interesting biographies of historic women. I seriously considered purchasing the book above, as well as a collection of work by the Kensington Ladies Erotica Society (mostly for the novelty value), and a few biographies of powerful historic women, but instead left with a paperback copy of Bossypants.

We drove home a few hours later and felt the therapeutic effects of the Bookmill for days afterwards. It was just the thing to prepare me for the crazy days that lay ahead.

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