Hi ho everyone! Sebastian here to scoot in with a little adventure I had recently. We were in Asheville a few days ago where I discovered the most amazing little village. It all began with a walk up this innocuous street.
And if you are not bear sized like me you might just miss it.
But I had a tip from someone who understands about wee bears like me and this little sweet pea told me to keep my eyes open for a place not on any map (yet, anyways). Do you see it?
Way, way down.
There you go. A little neighborhood that exists right under (literally) the noses of most passersby.
I wanted to knock on every door to see who lived there
but then I remembered my manners and decided that it isn’t polite to drop in on people you don’t know unannounced.
So I settled for having my photo taken on one or two of their stoops and
hope they didn’t mind a bear being just outside their door.
Perhaps if I get a chance to visit again, I will take pots of flowers to adorn their doorways. Then maybe they will invite me in for milk and cookies.
Hm-m-m-m. Milk and cookies. That sounds like a fine idea!
Until next time,