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A last minute change of plans and a French breakfast.

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Morning balcony selfie, day 6 of the second Newport trip.

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The weather put a wrinkle in our vacation plans that Wednesday.

We were scheduled to leave Friday morning, but a wicked N’Or Easter was due to hit Wednesday night into Thursday with high winds, torrential rain, and flooding. Faced with the prospect of spending all of Thursday stuck at the resort twiddling our thumbs during the storm… just to pack up and leave the next day… we opted to scoot out early and beat Mother Nature home.

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So we said goodbye to Newport’s colorful old homes…

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Its odd statuary….

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And the ever present windmills.

But the one thing my husband couldn’t say goodbye to?

That stupid BB gun he found at the awful junk store… so back we went.

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Only to find it closed. Again.

Determined to buy it, he detoured to the Tiverton Four Corners area to kill time and try again later.

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I didn’t really mind.

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It’s a pleasant little section of gift shops and specialty stores…

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With a wonderful French cafe.

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The pastries?

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Ooh la la!

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The decor?

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Vintage bistro.

We originally picked seats in front of this mirror…

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But soon realized staring at yourself eating is not conducive to happy dining.

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This little table by the window was much better.

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Not being very hungry, we both ordered breakfast sandwiches which was oddly served with salad.

Can’t say I’ve ever had tossed salad with breakfast… but when in a French cafe in Tiverton, Rhode Island … c’est la vie.

Was I hungry enough for a pastry?

No.

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Did that stop me from ordering a cinnamon bun/cronut?

Also no.

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Even the rest rooms felt French.

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Was it wildly overpriced?

Yes.

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But a delightful little stop all the same.

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