Sweeties Chocolates. The sound of it, the smell of it.

The rough-hewn yet gleaming floors, at the entrance, with an iron patio table and chairs, a water dish for your furry friends, and signage beckoned me to come, to sit a bit. I always bring anyone who visits me to stroll Front Street for its beautiful buildings and waterfront walk.

But I save Sweeties for last. The oh and ahh of it when they walk in on the inside, original old wooden cases, with everything one could ever imagine, (including ice cream) but that’s not what we go for. It is the “hunting” of that special treat, and it is not quick. The inside is like a feeling you are in a movie scene, maybe out West. Where kids might lean on the glass. Its architecture of the past, a time for slowing down and savoring. It has been a “mainstake” on Front Street.

a main state in my heart.