This wonderful borough in a small peninsula east of Mystic was once a whaling town, then a railroad stop where people de boarded from cars from Boston and took ferries to NY City. Eventually it was settled by Portuguese fisherman and finally, it became touristy and gentrified. Our first encounter with it was back in 1969 when it was a sleepy fishing village replete with Portuguese restaurant and bars. Slowly as we continued to visit and noted the change. The old restaurants began to serve bunches along with all sorts of trendy dishes that were expensive and not very appetizing. This is what today is known as progress. As we say in New York, go figure. When I want to eat well I do the cooking; but the place is physically very attractive and worth visiting.
Greetings, this blog is dedicated to my life in photography and my passion for good Italian food.. I want to make this a place to stop and relax. In the hope that this will provide some respite and peace. Thank you for visiting.
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