|Work goes ahead, behind piles of dirty snow in the harbor|
In regard to the present work I must disclaim at once all intentions of trying to do anything so ridiculously easy as writing about a real place and real people. Mariposa is not a real town. On the contrary, it about seventy or eighty of them. You may find them all the way from Lake Superior to the sea, with the same square streets and the same maple trees and the same churches and hotels, and everywhere the sunshine of the land of hope.
|Big renovations ongoing at the old Ship's Galley|
|Peek inside galley|
|New brew pub still under wraps|
|Downstairs at Lelu....|