Taking advantage of having my dad's car for awhile, I took puppy on a late-January road-trip along Boston's North Shore -- a series of cute towns laid out on a convoluted shoreline about 45 minutes north of the city.
We stopped in Manchester-by-the-Sea, where N fixated on ducks and chewed on lobster traps; Magnolia, where we visited a bizarre, ocean-front, faux-Scottish castle; Gloucester, where we spent time at the dead fishermen's memorial reading (at least I did) about all the calamities that have befallen the men of that town and enjoying a nearby beach; and Rockport, where we admired the famous Motif #1 and hunted for mussels and Sauv Blanc for lunch. (Well, the latter was, again, really just me.)
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