They brought a lady of justice to Canandaigua, to be tried in a court of law where she had less influence in the community. They say that when the judge pronounced her guilty, the arm of Lady Justice, perched atop the courthouse, fell to the ground. As I sat in the very quiet and emptied my mind, I became more aware of the delicate creatures fluttering amidst the flowers. I was reminded how fragile, how exquisite a life they lead. Among the side streets of Canandaigua, nestled in the upper floors of the main-street buildings, the dreams of artists come to life.
Children throw their bits of bread to the clamouring ducks.
Men and boys sit quietly, waiting for a tug on their lines. Families, couples, teenagers gather at the pier for an ice cream, a stroll, a glimpse of the setting sun. Victor and Farmington Area Thunder pounds beneath the hooves flying around the track. At days end, Bed and Breakfasts beckon with their quiet charm. It would seem an adventure to stay in such places, to have a taste of another age.