Vacancy
We pulled over, in Pennsylvania, drawn by a sign advertising sheep skin coats; alas the coat was not to be, but this sign, in front of an old small motel, caught my interest. I wondered how long it had been since the “No” had been lit up; the small courtyard like establishment appeared to be from a by gone era; I would have like to further explore the grounds, but the road called and I settled for my view.
