One of the great things about traveling by car is being able to stop and go. Last week, we took a drive around to see the grandkids in Andover, MA, stopped by Portsmouth, NH, and landed in one of our favorite spots, Maine. Way back when, that was our stomping ground. I was nineteen, he was twenty-nine or thirty, and we also got there by car.
It was fantastic. I’m a sucker for a good lobster roll. I ordered one every chance I had.
The best one was at Perkins Cove—a little bit of a hazardous walk, yet worth the journey.
Every day dress, two nights at Cliff House, Maine.
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