A stranger's table and his olive oil. Mistah loved the light.
We had heard a motley crew of 15 or so had taken the train from New London to Westerly -- about a 20 minute ride -- that morning for "Christmas Shopping". Everywhere we went the bartenders were texting eachother about the crew's location. Westerly may never be the same.
See Miles in the reflection?
Kind of Blue, and the Epitome of Cool.
More signs of New Londoners in Westerly.
Who knew cheddar and jalapeno stuffed pretzels could be so fabulous?
I'm a new fan of the cool little city across the river -- thanks for the Rhode Island fun, Westerly.