My wife and I traveled to a nearby town where I once lived and went to school. The road that passes in front of this store used to go to a bridge that crossed a river. The bridge was condemned and a new one was built to replace it. I was on the new bridge to take this picture.
Vintage is the right word, as Taffy said. I like this. It can be strange returning, can't it? Everything seems familiar yet changed and somehow smaller.
