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A Newport stroll, a bizarre meet and greet with genuflecting … and a harbor sunset.

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After a day of exploring, we returned to the resort to refresh… and then headed out for an early evening stroll on Thames Street. ( locally pronounced th-aims which drove me crazy)

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Ducking down a waterfront side street brought us to a dock that let us view our condo from afar.

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Top arrow is our condo.

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Bottom arrow is our hungry seagull. Clearly waiting for us to return with a snack.

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There are some beautiful old buildings in Newport.

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And if there’s empty ground in front of them? There’s a bar.

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You might remember this shop from my last trip when we drove by and laughed.

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This time we went inside and laughed.

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And bought a souvenir t shirt.

For me.

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This store was inexplicably outfitted in fake lemons.

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This 1700’’s home was a tad more discreet.

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There was an oyster festival in progress on one of the wharfs… and as we were walking by an interesting fellow started a conversation with my spouse.

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As you know, my guy loves to talk. So when someone says thank you for your service, we’re off.

Of course this conversation was a bit different as the guy who initiated it was… shall we say… under the influence of more than one substance. He kept telling my husband he’d seen things, he’d lived, he knew. It was hard to follow his train of thought because he was all over the place. Religion, politics, otherworldly adventures… it was a tad bizarre. But just when I was ready to write him off as a total kook? He said something that made perfect sense.

He turned to me, said I was a queen who must be revered and told my husband to acquiesce to me in all things. Then he genuflected in front of me, got down on both knees, bowed… and squeezed my shoes.

So, yeah.

He was totally sane.

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People.

Ya gotta love ‘em.

Moving on, the husband was hungry and I wasn’t so we ducked into an unassuming mom and pop pizza place across from our resort so he could nosh. The restaurant didn’t look like much, but the spaghetti with meatballs was some of the best he’d ever had.

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Amazing sauce, huge meatballs, baked with mozzarella and fresh basil in a massive bowl. The husband was a happy camper.

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Back at the condo we sat on the balcony with adult beverages.

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And watched the sun set on Newport harbor.

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It was a good day.

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Though the husband wasn’t nearly as reverential as my queenly status demands.

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20 thoughts on “A Newport stroll, a bizarre meet and greet with genuflecting … and a harbor sunset.”

  1. Lol. I wonder if your husband realizes there’s not much room for a Queen when there’s already a Lordship demanding attention… 😂

    You are quite the storyteller you know… 💟

    And I love the pictures. It looks like a beautiful place and a wonderful vacation.

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  3. I get a kick out of local pronunciations – though “Thames” would be a hard one to pronounce their way. Here we have a town called “BERlin”, not “BerLIN”. And while you might think “Muscoda” is “MusCOda”, it’s “MUScoday”.

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  5. I KNEW IT!!! You must have been royalty in a past life, probably owned a dragon and stuff….lol.
    Okay before I move on, I am also annoyed that they pronounce Thames as Th-aims, ugh. I have a friend in London who set that straight off when we first began to correspond, lol. The hubs in the last pic with the kid living the “high” life sure looks enthusiastic….not, lol.

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