It’s a museum, ok. So we go in. There are a few dusty, rusty, musty artifacts from when the first Russians settled in the area.
We are soon shepherded into a back room where really the oddest items are on offer. Like 18 years ago they had bought some hair clips and string bracelets from the Five and Dime that was going out of business. They fed us undrinkable wine and the world’s saltiest cheese. And these olives, which were quite good (in comparison?) so Leslie bought a bottle. It seemed the right thing to do.