Frenchboro is small quaint town that lies eight miles off of Maine’s coast. It hosts a small population of 50. This small town sparked Oprah’s interest 6 years ago who then looked into the lives of generation lobster fishermen and their families.
I didn’t visit the town for lobster or intrude on the lives of the locals; I was here because it was a very special day. We departed from the charming fishing village of Bernard and got on a lobster boat to commemorate a lost loved one. Bampa was a great father, grandfather, and great-grandfather. I miss his presence dearly, but I know that he’s in a happy place now.
Upon arrival, my first impression of Frenchboro was that it was similar to ghost towns in horror movies – not necessarily in a negative way, but just in a way I’m not used to. It was picturesque and quiet like a landscape painting, but it was a bit unnerving that there were no other people in sight.
As I explored the place with my husband, I realized that I was the only Filipino running around to take pictures. My excuse is that it was my first time there. Although it was a bit eerie due to partially abandoned areas, I was still able to relax and enjoy the small town atmosphere. The place actually reminded me of Nicholas Cage’s The Wicker Man. “This is he….”