Houses with wet feet

Our stay in the US began in the Boston suburbs. One of Ken's friends from graduate school and his wife came to visit us in France last September. While here, Bob and Norma kindly invited us to visit them when we traveled in the Northeast, and we took them up on the offer!  Our only disappointment was that Norma had to be out of town when we arrived. Still, she baked a cake and a loaf of banana bread that we enjoyed in her absence.

The buildings on Bearskin Neck in Rockport back right up to the water.

Bob surprised us with grilled steaks on our arrival that Friday evening. We nibbled on cheese and crackers with some wine, then devoured Bob's expertly grilled steaks with baked potatoes and green salad. And more wine. We retired to bed around midnight after a terrific evening of fine food and story telling.

The next day, Bob suggested a drive up the coast north of Boston. We drove through Gloucester, making a pit stop at a local Walgreens, before arriving in the historic fishing village of Rockport. We parked the car and had a nice lunch at the Blue Lobster Grille, after which we strolled along Bearskin Neck, a bit of real estate that juts out into Sandy Bay.