Friday, September 30, 2011
There's something about Seymour. Ever since I went there for this story, I've been meaning to go back. It reminds me of a little mini-Putnam. And I once liked Putnam so much, I moved there.
Seymour is very much about Antiques.
And strange little touches.
There are things in Seymour, like this pedestrian bridge over the railroad tracks from the downtown area to a sort of little parking lot, that I'm sure are very useful, but I can't figure out exactly why.
Overall a casual, old-fashioned, put-all-your-wares-out-on-the-sidewalk feeling prevails.
And there is, apparently, a Pumpkin Festival.
Chairs, the kind that aren't for sale, also get to be out on the sidewalk.
And colors that are a bit more Mississippi than Connecticut come together.
From above it looks like a 1950s postcard (with more contemporary cars.)
And though it feels pleasantly forgotten, it is connected to the wider world, via the Waterbury Branch of the New Haven Line.