A block to the east was Elfred’s Alley, allegedly the oldest continuously occupied street in the United States. This we can believe, the houses were crammed together much like the Shambles Mum and Pop saw in York, England years ago, petite and for the most part well taken care of. You would be lucky to drive a car down the middle of the brick, stone and gravel street. The houses were well maintained, with brick facades trimmed in yellow, and in some cases had mirrors outside the windows to permit the inhabitants to see what was going on without opening their windows. Some houses still sported the old Fire Markers, used by the fire companies of the city when firefighters were a privately funded group.
The Fire Museum was fittingly located a few houses north of this alley, and we stopped to see it briefly – to warm up, and get some presents for Mike’s birthday. Here Mum had a good chat with a firefighter manning the front desk. Before we left though, I gave a bark from her carriage at a statue of a dalmation – and the fireman declared we couldn’t tell him there was a baby in there! I doubt they really cared, but we were leaving anyways.