The first place I visited was (Oliver) Ames Library in Easton, MA. I found this photo of it online.
The interior was dimly light and many bookshelves outlined the perimeter of the building. Nostalgic portraits hung on the walls. There were tables and chairs for people to sit and read, a little too close to the bookshelves, in my opinion.
My boyfriend, Dan, and I passed by a group of boys playing a card game. At the next table, a lady sat and read, an over-sized book hiding most of her face.
The next day, we visited Dan's grandparents and walked beside Old Pond.
He's getting old.