The view from our lunch table. We watched while people drove their boats over to the marina, docked them, and came ashore for a bite to eat, some ice cream, a little shopping. We watched as people walked their dogs. And we watched adorable little kids trying to rock the wooden docks.
I know nothing about boats, but I do know this was my favorite of the day.
A little strolling, hand-in-hand, down these charming streets.
There was some chocolate seeking and finding, a cup of coffee for him, and a little window shopping.
We were charmed by the hard-to-catch weathervane on top of the bake shop.
And I did some antiquing in this fabulous old barn filled with all manner of great New England antiques: a mounted moose head, an old boat strung up with a block and tackle from the rafters, windsor chairs, yelloware, a great old butter churn, antique framed photos from old hunting and fishing expeditions in the White Mountains, handwoven baskets, and about a million other things. An enormous amount of dominoes came home with us.
But mostly the day was about time together and great conversation!