One cloudy weekend in April, I drove to New Hampshire alone. Actually, I had no definite destination before leaving Boston. My purpose was just to travel as many places as possible while I was in New England. I drove north on I-93, heading toward New Hampshire. I thought, why don't I go to New Hampshire? The only place I had ever been in New Hampshire was the White Mountains. Therefore, I checked the travel book and set the destination on the GPS. I decided to go to Portsmouth first.

Portsmouth is not a big city. Even though it was Saturday, I could sense the slow tempo of this city. I easily found a parking space on Main St. Of course, Main Street is the main street of the city. There was a brewery next to my parking space.

A road bike parked on the sidewalk.

A cute garden in front of an old brick house.

Empty swings in a small park

Following the travel book, I went to the Stawbery Banke, an outdoor museum in a historical community in Portsmouth. Standing on the old, rocky street and looking at the eighteenth century buildings, people feel as if they were back in the past.

A "horse" swing made from an old tire. I was not so sure that it was an eighteenth century product!

There was a cute bird house in front of a historical building, an exact replica of the building.

As I walked toward a carpenter's house, it was obvious that there was someone working here, but I did not see anyone.

An antique-looking wooden wheel was standing against a fence.

A saw was hanging on the door.

After hesitating a few moments, I stepped into the house. I took a picture of this worktable. As I was snapping the picture, the host walked in. He told me a bit about the history of the house and his work.
This museum offers a opportunity to image how people lived and worked in the past.
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