Newmarket: A Little Rubbish Town

A little rubbish town is how the driver described Newmarket as we drove in. It sounded negative to me, but he went on to explain he meant there were are only houses and horses, no cute antique shops, no upscale cafes, and such.

This is the door to my sister's house. I have my own skeleton key. Yes, I said skeleton key. I plan to venture out today and find the charm that I know is here. Martin, the driver, may call it rubbish, but I believe I saw more charm than he did. Like beauty, charm is in the eye of the beholder, I suppose. The only thing I have found that I forgot to pack was my calcium, so my first trek out will be to a market. I bet it's a charming walk.