I love New England. Everybody likes the thought of New England—blue oceans, white sailboats, autumn leaves, snowy fields, steepled churches.
My husband and I took a few days to celebrate an anniversary and drove up to the Mystic CT area. We stayed at the Inn at Mystic and enjoyed great views: (click photos to enlarge)
It was the end of summer and the weather was perfect. We ate our first dinner at good old Avanti’s right in town where they serve a lovely one pound serving of fresh fish and all the fixings.
The next day we drove about an hour to the East Greenwich RI area where we used to visit often. The day started off with horrendous downpours—there’s no rain like the rain in Rhode Island–but finished off with great weather. And there’s no bluer sky than in Rhode Island:
Only thing missing in that picture above is the sound of screaming seagulls.
After I had a resounding “shop” at Ocean State Job Lot, we experienced a brief snag when we discovered that the car battery was dead. (Someone left lights on after the heavy rainstorm . . .) But—New England friendliness came to the fore and we soon had a jump and were on our way to lunch.
An old haunt had been 20 Water Street where we would walk way out on a long dock to sit at the table at the end and order mussels and lobster rolls. That was “our table”. Things change. The long dock has given way to more marina space for boatslips. Yet the restaurant and outdoor eating tables were still there “on shore” and we enjoyed a tasty lunch.
We drove to nearby Apponaug for more sightseeing –can’t get enough of marinas!
That evening was our anniversary and we had dinner at guess where!–another dockside!
Skipper’s Dock in Stonington has always been special–salmon and coquilles St Jacques were perfect. And the sunset was made to order.
Did you think I’d mention a trip to Mystic CT without Mystic Pizza? Yes, there really is one there–of movie fame.
And straight up the hill from Mystic Pizza is the steepled church I promised. Quite an eyeful.
One more lunch to go . . . met old dear friends at Ford’s Lobster in Noank CT—dearest little town–just the dearest little town. We had lobster rolls—delish!–and caught up on old times.
This post didn’t furnish any autumn leaves or snowy fields like I mentioned in the opening—another time! But the trip ended beautifully with a visit to a friend’s house that I just love. Her bookcase is so inviting you just want to stay forever and explore to see what’s there.
All in all, a very nice getaway trip to New England.