Old Lyme

Quite a cute name for a tiny old village. I would say it reminds more of a lime custard cake than of an old lyme. It is sweet being here.
Before leaving, I would like to climb on one of the secular trees than inhabit the garden of the mansion where we are staying and read a book up there, maybe with a glass of wine and a panino al salame. I could read the book we found in one of the countless used-book-store we visited: Radical Chic and Mau-Mauing the Flak Catchers.

The day after tomorrow is time to leave the US. I wish we could stay, from the arrows far away.