Le Carotte was very concerned that his adventures in Maine had not been properly highlighted, adding that the most exciting things generally tend to happen to him.
As you can see, he very stealthily stowed away in my bag, popping out only after we'd landed in Portland, where he made quite a scene, being the only stuffed monkey in the car rental area.
On the road to Bar Harbor, Giovanni contented himself with the beautiful Maine sunshine, and he certainly seemed to approve of the convertible...
However, once the weather changed the next day, and we found ourselves in misty conditions, he admitted that having the top down was "a tad too damp" for him:
Neverthless, le Carotte loved Acadia National Park, saying that the climb up Cadillac Mountain (in a convertible, with the top down) is "not to be missed." He also added that "the impatient gentleman on the motorcycle" who made a lewd gesture at us when we took our descent very slowly was "quite a ragamuffin."
However, le Carotte's most memorable adventure was most certainly "the part with the pirates":
We espied these two scoundrels guarding the entrance to the local mini golf, scaring away young children and being all-around sourpusses. But le Carotte's effect on pirates is indubitable, as within minutes we found this old seadog cracking a smile:
Giovanni now has an open invitation to the open seas, and we had the run of the mini golf course...
But le Carotte, being above all a huge nature buff enjoyed our last day most, when he spent plenty of time in a park near the water:
The dandelions were in full bloom, and drunken butterflies wobbled all over the horizon. And so ends the short tale of le Carotte's adventures in Maine... :)