It wasn't crowded at the end of the working day, and things were closed up pretty tightly by the time I hit the street, but just being there piqued my interest. I was able to see the Bruton Parish Church, its bell being cast in the same foundry as the Liberty Bell. Later in the week, I heard that bell chime on the hour - the same sound that reached the ears of the founders meeting in the courthouse at the other end of the street.
I also looked for some of the labels on the corners of the structures - constantly searching out original structures rather than reproductions.
I needn't be late for orientation with the rest of our teacher institute crew, so I waited for a bus back to the hotel, satisfied that my little venture would be dwarfed in the coming days by much richer and more informative moments.