After a leisurely meal I walked down towards Hart's Café. The first 3 years of my life were spent across the street. World War II was hopping and the Saturday night crowd perturbed my parents enough to move to South Main Street. Little Canada was then. Today there's no French Canadian identity in this section of town.
It's still home and it's still Harts Cafe
Dilapidated Town Hall
STILL HART'S CAFE
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