By the time we got past Philadelphia yesterday and headed west on the Pennsylvania Turnpike, we began to feel the need for a stop. We got off at the Reading-Lancaster exit and drove a mile or so to Adamstown, where we chowed down at the old Zinn's Diner, a childhood favorite of Susanne's.
Unfortunately, times change, and the Zinn family is nowhere to be found, nor is the huge statue of Amos the Amish man that stood in front of the place. The lunch was fun and just hit the spot.
We took a short sidetrip further down the road to the Country French Collection, where we walked reverently through the old barn housing wonderful piece after piece of antique European furniture and home accessories and new pottery and fabrics straight from Provence.
We made the remainder of the trip back to Harrisburg without incident and gave the Box a well-deserved night's rest as we ourselves collapsed into our easy chairs.
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