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That Renoir totally clashes…

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Climbing the servant’s stairs to the second floor of Rough Point…

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We were surprised to find a mini museum.

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Of furniture.

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But learned a good bit about trade and the history of Newport.

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The oldest piece on display?

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A woven chair from 1680.

And as we moved on to view Doris Duke’s (in)famous bedroom?

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The husband found someone to talk to, so I toured her (in)famous bedroom alone.

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My first reaction was… wow.

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Yellow and purple. Not the most subtle color combination.

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And I can’t say it does much for the Renoir hanging on the mirror.

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They say this room was redecorated in the 1970’s and I have no trouble believing that.

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The furniture? Mother of pearl throughout, which makes for lots of sparkles.

This was said to be her favorite room in the house.

Yikes.

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The bathroom.

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Busy, busy, busy.

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With a fish faucet.

The husband?

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Still talking…

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Doris, as a child.

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Upstairs sitting room where Doris played piano and recorded.

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Hallway bench.

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With interesting sign.

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Down the front stairs, with family crests and coats of arms in stained glass.

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Intricately carved banisters and railings…

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And our tour of the Rough Point interior was complete.

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Rough Point… and Doris’s plastic potatoes.

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Continuing our tour of Doris Duke’s Rough Point estate… the morning room.

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Because when you’re rich, every time of the day has its own room.

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Family crest stained glass windows.

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The dining room was odd as it was a huge, mostly empty space.

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Doris preferred her table, without extensions, in front of the window

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And this was her absolutely favorite piece.

She loved it so much, she took it with her when traveling.

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Apparently a house is not a home without a giant silver swan.

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I thought this was a nice touch.

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Doris’s record collection only contained vintage albums.

Husband chose Louis Armstrong as he was a frequent guest. You can’t go wrong with Satchmo.

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Multiple kitchens.

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With old, but still working appliances.

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The kitchen was 3 separate rooms.

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All with nice views.

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It’s a very workable space.

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Though I could have done without the plastic veggies…

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And pots full of plastic boiling potatoes.

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I get it.

It’s a kitchen. There was food.

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Day 5, where we meet Doris Duke.

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Fourth morning in Newport, Rhode Island…. fourth balcony selfie.

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I’m nothing if not consistent.

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First stop of the day? Rough Point… heiress and famous philanthropist Doris Duke’s residence.

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Built by a Vanderbilt in 1887 and purchased by Doris’s father, James Buchanan Duke (of Duke energy and Duke University fame) in 1922… this plaque recognizes the original owners.

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Ironically, considering they were pushed off the land along with all the other Eastern tribes.

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Doris Duke’s father died when she was 12 and she was the sole inheritor of his fortune. She grew up here, spent summers for many years, and then lived here year round, off and on until her death in 1993.

Doris was quite a character. Deemed the richest little girl in the world, her life was full of privilege but laced with sadness.

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Entering the home, some history.

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Doris inherited $80 million dollars in 1925.

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A shrewd business woman, she gave away over $400 million in her lifetime.

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A news correspondent, a jazz pianist and the first non Hawaiian woman to take up competitive surfing…Doris lived a full life.

Her “cottage” is a bit different from others we’ve visited.

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Yes, it’s huge.

And grand.

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But it’s also a veritable museum.

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Oh, there’s a Van Dyck.

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There’s a Gainsborough…

And sure, there’s a Renoir in the bedroom.

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But Doris lived here until the early 1990’s, so there’s also a microwave in the kitchen and a record player in the dining room.

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The solarium?

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Had some stellar views.

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And…

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Yes, Doris had two pet camels.

As one does.

Doris loved music, and entertaining.

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The Yellow Room…

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And the Music Room hosted impromptu performances by friends Louis Armstrong and Frank Sinatra.

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Doris knew how to throw a party.

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The best meal of our trip.

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Since we were back in Tiverton and it was long after lunch but slightly before dinner, we took a chance on the highly rated Boat House restaurant that was too crowded the first time we stopped.

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It really is a gorgeous spot.

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And equally as attractive inside as out, with lovely views from all the tables.

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Which is why we sat at the bar.

*sigh…*

Oh well, my Limoncello margarita was fabulous no matter where I parked my keister.

Reposado tequila, limoncello, lemon, agave. Simple, and delicious.

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A perfect compliment to my Caesar salad with homemade croutons.

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Husband’s seafood chowder was rich and delicious.

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Cocktail #2, and okay… #3 as well… was the Princessa, a bar favorite.

Bacardi Limon, strawberry purée, fresh lemon juice, club soda, mint. Again, simple but fabulous.

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As you know we tend to be picky when we eat out. A place has to check 3 boxes to earn a star from us. Atmosphere, cocktails and food quality.

So far, so good.

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Husband’s filet mignon with burgundy demi glacé, asparagus and garlic mashed potatoes?

Perfection.

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My lemon beurre blanc grilled shrimp , roasted Brussels sprouts and garlic mashed potatoes?

Perfect as well.

And dessert?

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Good grief. Bananas Foster cheesecake with caramel drizzle, banana liqueur soaked bananas, homemade cinnamon whipped cream and chocolate lace.

Be still my heart…. this place was goooood!

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I swear to God I’d be tempted to make the 4 hour drive from Maine just to eat there again.

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Even if I have to fight off all the people who live in this mini mountain of high end condos right beside it.

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Map happy.

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These crazy maps make you happy, admit it.

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For those of you unfamiliar with Maine’s, let me explain.

“Lobster tomalley, often referred to as the “green stuff” inside a lobster, is the hepatopancreas, a digestive gland that functions as both the liver and pancreas. It is a delicacy for some, valued for its rich, intense flavor similar to lobster meat but more intense. However, it’s also been a subject of safety concerns due to potential environmental contaminants.”

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The green stuff is a highly debated topic in my state. Some people hate it (me!) and others love it.

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Everything toxic a lobster encounters in the sea lands there. Not my idea of a culinary treat.

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Booger Hole, West Virginia?

Say it isn’t so…

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Another reason I’m glad my part of Maine is blue.

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Wow, Maine’s Bangor seems relatively tame.

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What up Wisconsin?

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So many unhappy states.

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Weird law?

Leave it to Vermont…

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Baby chucks discover the deck. And the cat…

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It was only a matter of time before I heard scampering on the deck.

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And once baby chuckies find the deck?

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They’re hooked and treat it like a playground.

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It’s adorable.

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They run and spin like whirling dervishes.

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In and out of the railings, under the grill.

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Until…

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They spot a cat.

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And have to investigate.

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Lord Dudley Mountcatten was riveted.

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Antiquing, and a scenic drive.

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No vacation with my husband is complete without at least one trip to a junk filled hovel an antique store.

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The Newport area doesn’t have many but he found this one off the beaten path on the way to Tiverton.

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I’m not sure what crime this plant committed to be locked up in a cage, but it seemed relatively happy.

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Calling this place an antique store is a stretch. It had no name, no organization, no clever displays …

There was just stuff, a lot of it broken, everywhere… piled on top of each other.

My husband was in heaven.

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He found a stash of old BB gun air rifles and was transported back to his (more than slightly dangerous) childhood.

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I spotted an old phone similar to one I wanted for the man cave/Barn Mahal… but like everything else in this place it was useless, the guts had been torn out.

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Husband found a gun he wanted to buy but didn’t want to overpay. Since we were in a cell phone dead zone, he couldn’t look it up and had me take a picture for later.

Continuing our scenic drive we made it five minutes down the road, past a vine covered pole in the shape of a tree…

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When he pulled over to research the toy gun. Turns out it was worth 3 times the $50 asking price so he had to have it. Whipping the car around, we went back to the crap filled hovel store… only to find the old lady had closed. At 2:20 in the afternoon, on a Tuesday.

The husband was bereft. He searched the door and windows in vain for a phone number, but found only cobwebs.

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We drove on.

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Down through Tiverton…

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Past Little Compton…

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To Sakonnet Point, where this stack of rusted anchors reminded me of our resort’s artwork.

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Lovely waterfront areas all.

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And in case you’re interested? This house is for sale…

https://www.compass.com/listing/1660-main-road-tiverton-ri-02878/1755162903387237009/

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For a mere $13,250 a month.

If you buy it let me know, we can meet for cocktails on the porch.

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Before and after.

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After a week and a half’s worth of moving, organizing and inconvenience… carpet day arrived.

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With one poor guy doing the whole thing alone.

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He said he’s been doing it that way for 30 years and prefers it, so okay dokay.

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By afternoon, there was carpet fiber everywhere. By the end of the next day?

We were ready for before and after pics.

The den, with its old rippled carpet.

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The den, with its smooth new carpet.

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Not only was there a horrible ripple in the old carpet, but His Lordship had found a loose end by the threshold and proceeded to lift it by scratching on a daily basis.

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New, tightly tucked and cat proofed threshold.

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The office… with the old absolutely hideous dusty rose/Pepto Bismol industrial carpet the previous owners laid.

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Still can’t believe I lived with that abomination for so many years.

The office… with its new soothing beige.

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Pink.

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No pink.

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I’m a neutral girl at heart and was thrilled to see that Barbie inspired flooring make its final journey to the dump.

We purchased the same pricey Karastan carpet that we had laid in the bedrooms and hall last year so it would all coordinate. The store told us there was no guarantee it would match exactly as they would be from different production runs, but I don’t see any difference.

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New to the right, last year’s to the left.

We’re pleased…. and very glad things can now get back to normal.

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Because we missed His Lordship and I have a patient husband.

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Have you ever been to a cat cafe?

I hadn’t, but always wanted to… imaging myself sipping a cup of tea surrounded by purring felines. So when I saw an advertisement for one right on our planned route for the day, I had to stop.

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Mind you… though the husband loves cats, he wasn’t totally on board with this plan.

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It was a small place, with everything appropriately cat themed.

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And though I wanted iced tea, all they had was chai… which was grossly over sweetened.

No matter… we were going to pet some cats!

Or were we?

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Turns out my dream of leisurely sipping and petting was ill formed as the actual cats are not allowed anywhere near the food and beverages. They’re in a separate room, which because we always have bad timing… was hosting a book club that wouldn’t be done for another half an hour.

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At that point the husband wanted to leave, but he loves me and indulged my desire to stay. With 30 minutes to kill we ordered overpriced sandwiches to go with our overpriced beverages and settled down to wait.

When the book club ladies started filing out of the chambre des chats, we disposed of our trash and made for the door… where we found a sign.

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At this point my husband really wanted to leave as he discovered it would be $20 for us to enter and pet cats… for 20 minutes.

But remember….

He loves me.

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So in we went.

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All the residents are up for adoption.

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And most of them were asleep.

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With the exception of little Miss Attitude…

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And this poor fellow who was thin and looked ill, though we were told he belongs to the owner and is just old.

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There weren’t a lot of cats, maybe 6.

We weren’t allowed to pick them up or sit with them on our laps.

And there was definitely no leisurely sipping and petting.

Conclusion?

Cat cafe – great idea.

Mediocre reality.

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