This is New Bern, North Carolina, a city, true to its name, no doubt because of its name, overrun with all things ursine.
This I think a rather American syndrome. Choose your tradition and hang on to it like grim death.
Hence we have scare bears.
And of course a dancing bear.
Though the town evidently has some rebels.
And I'm not sure where he fits in
Still, it's a pretty, historic place, with a fine Episcopal church.
Some quaint corners.
Unique claims to fame
And a beautiful view from our hotel.
We had in fact visited a couple of years ago and stayed at a different place where the view was less good. We overlooked a small green which turned out to be a rest area (in the American sense) for boaters' dogs. One after the other made use of the facilities until it wasn't a joke any more. Among the reasons I wanted to come back: to taste again the shrimp and grits which sister-in-law had had last time in a restaurant in town. I had sampled a bit and ever since had fantasised about a dish of it all to myself. Trouble was, we couldn't remember which restaurant it was.
"It's that one on the corner".
"No it wasn't on a corner."
"Yes it was."
"Wait a minute, I recognise the lamps."
Anyway, we found it and the shrimp and grits didn't disappoint. In fact I leapt on them so enthusiastically that I didn't have time to take a photo, for which fact you're probably grateful.