It is safer for me to walk about now. Many of the local buildings have been built to reflect a western flavor from the gold rush era.
Above is the family services building. Below is a photo of the big mining truck by the local heritage park. There is a huge copper mine up the mountain so many of the local folk work there. A retired truck has been painted and parked by the Heritage Park. The tires are taller than I am. I have been taking pictures as I stretch the leg that I pulled falling off of a step stool on the last day of November. It is still a little stiff in some spots so I don't feel safe to climb hills yet.
Below is another heritage house that has been made into a gallery and tea house. It is only open in the warmer months.
Our little village bakery is a great place to stop for a coffee or tea and even a simple lunch.
The Central Cafe is also redone to reflect its heritage. For many years it was run by Chinese owners. Note the dance hall girls on the balcony. That is a group that goes to parades and kicks up a storm with their leg displays.
A gentleman, Tony, died just down the street. Our landlord had been helping him in his decline and while cleaning out the house for the new buyers, brought home this stand. It was on the front porch so I said I knew just the spot for it...a corner of our kitchen downstairs.
I dusted/wiped it down and put a plant on it and pruned the plant. But then a friend came along and decided a different plant would look better in that corner. It is a faster growing plant that will bush out and droop gracefully in short order.