It had been many a year since I visited this beach.
I remember visiting the Old Orchard Street— lined with stores, rides on the side… and pizza. And more pizza. I remember playing at the arcade. The last time, however… I sat in my mother’s car parked along the street, and didn’t get out due to self-consciousness.
On Wednesday, most everything was closed, and will remain closed until summer, of course.
Even the pier was closed. A parked truck blocked the entrance… I vaguely remember that being the case way back when too. Continue reading Toes in the sand at Old Orchard Beach