Even Bird Song's gilded front sign, advertising the bed and breakfast, had been washed of a year's dust from the unpaved side street.
Thirty five miles later he found the address, a private home on the side street of a quiet neighborhood.
While the town was bursting at its seams for tomorrow's holiday, the side street where the Deans' inn was located was peacefully quiet.
She waited until she reached a quieter side street before dialing her boyfriend.
His eyes spotted the form he sought, and he wove his way through the crowd, trailing her down a quiet side street.