To the Sea

Our visit to Newport, Rhode Island and points beyond was mostly cast with clouds and rain, but we still found it memorable and photo-worthy. The bright spots arrived at Saturday's family gathering, and a quick peek of sun on Monday for an afternoon drive up the coast.

Newport was quaint, with its eclectic shops, and inviting piers just as you'd imagine them--adirondack chairs lining the docks, sailboats tied steady with thick rope, and the mixed aromas of fish and funnel cakes swirling around. Mornings, Jeremy and I dodged puddles along Thames Street, over to The Steaming Bean or Peaceable Market for a cup of weak coffee, always served with a frown that we learned to accept.

Cape Cod felt a bit dreary from the rain, but the lobster houses dotting the highway beckoned us in for steamy chowder, and by the time we reached the last point at Provincetown, the skies had gone from grey to fluffy white. Vibrant flowers spilled from windows and the steeples of old wooden churches created shadows on the sidewalks where street musicians played as basset hounds napped on a bench.