A shop window in Rockport, Massachusetts.
I had fried calamari and a lobster roll. Yummy. On the way back to the Boston suburbs, Bob drove us through a neighboring town where my family lived when I was about ten or eleven years old. I remembered the name of the road we lived on and a landmark or two, and with very little effort we found the house.
We leave tomorrow to drive west through the Berkshires to the Hudson Valley and Albany. The weather is supposed to be nice and I'm looking forward to the drive.