It’s getting close to my hibernation time, what with the unofficial start of Summer this weekend. I’m going to try this year, though, to get out some, at least at night when the darkness helps temper the temps somewhat. I started this week by heading out on a drive to clear my head and make the adulting things tolerable. I finally visited a location I’ve passed a million times.
Blue Tootie (my car) knows the way along the river by heart, so she mostly handles the driving, although we did venture along the opposite side to the one we usually do. We both like that side better actually because the road never leaves sight of the river there. And Rivvie, as we call the river, is one of our bestest friends.
Anyhoo, we drove along, enjoying the sights, letting the adulting things fade far from memory as we went. The sunlight also faded as the clock ticked toward night. As twilight emerged, I ended up at a red light near an old house I’d seen and said I need to go in there about a million times. You might wonder how I’d be able to go inside a house that apparently doesn’t belong to me. Well, that’s because this house has been turned into a library.
The Lambertville Free Public Library, according to their website, is housed in the Lilly Mansion, which was built between 1812 and 1830. ‘Tis an old building repurposed for a wonderful use. I love that. I love that it’s old — the floors creaked when I walked on them. And I love that I found something old inside: a microfiche doohickey! I haven’t seen one of them in years. Whilst perusing the shelves, I found the usual suspects in fiction, etc., but I also found a unique book whose title just jumped off the shelf at me.
There’s a mural outside, a lovely piece of art resembling the river town this library lives in. An old house, art, the past, the present… this sneaker clad photo gal couldn’t ask for more.
Click on the photos in this mosaic, including both doors/entrances, to enlarge them. Enjoy a brief visit with this lovely library. I know I did.