After our fabulous meal, we felt the need to walk off some of the calories.
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And took a stroll around the waterfront of downtown Bristol.
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Quiet on the off season, I’m sure the marina is full of pleasure craft in the summer.
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Along the edge is the Maritime Center. A one time armory built in 1894, it now houses public restrooms, showers and laundry facilities for boaters as well as a wi-fi lounge and a 4,000 square foot multi use hall displaying local artists.
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Though the marina was people free, the seagulls kept a close eye on us.
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And since we were roughly 20 miles from the wind tunnel that is Newport?
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A smile and a relatively in tact hairdo.
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Should we visit the area again, I would take more time to explore this lovely town.
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And perhaps bring the seagulls a treat.
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The gulls concur.
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As we were leaving I glanced over the side of the pier and saw…
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Eggs?
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They’re actually jellyfish, but tell me that doesn’t look like someone randomly cracked a few eggs in the harbor.
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As we made our way back to the car through the park, my husband made a friend.
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Who was a little reticent at first, but when he realized the strange man could push him higher than his mother?
On a late afternoon trip to Home Depot for baby barn supplies….and okay, maybe a plant or two…. we were desperately hungry and hit the McDonalds drive thru.
If you know how much we hate McDonalds, you’ll know how desperately hungry we were.
Geranium perched between my legs, we scarfed down the (is this supposed to be edible?) food.
And while we were doing that?
They gathered.
One by one, on both sides… as well as in the front and the back.
Not wanting to re-create a Tippi Hendren phone booth scene, we ate quickly and fled.
As many of you probably know, John F. Kennedy’s family’s compound is in Hyannis… and when you’re there it’s pretty hard to escape the fact. Streets, housing developments, restaurants…. they’re all named for some part of the Kennedy legacy. So we said if you can’t beat em, join em….. and visited the JFK museum.
Unfortunately it was under construction when we visited…
So there won’t be any good exterior shots…
Or good interior shots for that matter because photography was prohibited. I’m not really sure why, as there were very few vintage artifacts to flash damage. And to be honest, the whole place was disappointing. It consisted of multiple rooms filled with large photos, prints and news clippings that I could have just easily researched online. From my couch, in my pajamas. The real museum is in Boston… so my advice? Skip this one and drive to beantown.
Unless you’re in desperate need of some presidential socks…
Which I bootlegged a picture of.
Since it was a beautiful day, we strolled to the harbor next.
Where the husband made friends with a seagull..
Who didn’t seem too pleased with the rules.
Being off season and November, the art shanties were vacant…
But it must be wonderful to walk there in the summer and watch local artists at work.
This time of year the harbor was home to charter and fishing boats.
As most of the tourists have fled for warmer ports.
But it was a pretty spot to watch the ferry come in from Martha’s Vineyard.
And enjoy the day.
Unless you’re a dog walker….
Who apparently have to follow closely behind their pets and strategically aim a saucepan at Fido’s butt.
Good times.
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