Yesterday's post reminded me of what's possibly one of my favorite Connecticut "discoveries" - this 1936 synagogue in Lisbon. I first saw it about three years ago, some time after I moved back here. Somehow knowing that it was there was comforting. In a strange way it made me feel better about the decision to live here, like I wasn't entirely crazy to decide to come to Connecticut, or if I was, at least a bunch of other people with similar backgrounds had been just as crazy, once upon a time.
Plus it's just cute as all get out. You almost want to pat it on the head or something.