By Everett Potter

Castine is one of my favorite towns on the Maine coast. It’s a stage set of white clapboard Greek Revival houses from the turn of the 19^th century, thriving perennial gardens and a mere handful of shops and restaurants. It seems (and has always seemed) just a little too quiet down this peninsula, which is probably why I like it so much. It’s beautiful but also a bit ghostly, the houses white and silent in the strong light, far enough from Route 1 so it feels as if you’ve stepped back in time.

It’s Brahmins on the beach, or more precisely, wrapped up in an old Bean sweater on the rocks, possibly with something on the rocks in hand … continue reading