It starts from the farthest point north, First the golds, then the oranges peek through and finally the blazing reds burst into view and the Leaf Peepers mingle about the forest, woods and glens chasing Fall as it migrates south. And so our autumn antique quest began with the turning of the leaves.
The Adirondacks - Small villages dot the Lake George and Lake Champlain landscape. Tucked away in the upper corner of New York these villages and towns host numerous lovely antique shops. One particular spot took us four hours to meander through. It had multiple levels and was so nicely organized almost what seemed like by decades of the past.
Here's a couple snapshots from this location;
Vermont - Always my favorite place to spend a day jaunting about the Norman Rockwell countryside - BTW, we did stop at his museum for a tour. The antique shops are such a quaint variety from the smallest cubby hole of a shop to outdoor Flea Markets. Some has are part of coffee shops while others host local artisans wares.
My favorite -
Maine - Such different finds in this area. Of course the nautically-inclined antiquary will just love stepping into the shops filled with seafaring antiques. I particularly like the multi-use of seashells; they can be found everywhere and adorning so many items I would have never thought of. Here are some of my "best places" that we shopped.
On this particular street you could exit one shop and enter right next door into another, and so, and so on for several blocks. Of course each block was short with a nice cobblestone street between.
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