
Jesse James didn't sleep in the red brick building above, but he did rob it when it was a bank. Now it's a cafe and bed & breakfast, where I'm spending two nights in Baxter Springs, Ks.

I've gone from immaculate
Victoriana last night to bare boards tonight, and I love the dramatic contrast. These are the steps I faced with my luggage. I laughed, and then I climbed.

As usual with every bed & breakfast in which I stay, I'm the only lodger. Is it me?

My room. Free
wifi and a lot of history. Big windows, bare wood floors, echoing halls.

My view. The mural is of a cattle drive.
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