The Beach at Night

Again, I am trying to edit out the boring parts of the vacation, so I will just say that we ate the "world famous" clam chowder at Mo's in Newport. I liked it, but Claire was not impressed.

Then, we went back to the Hotel and Claire napped while I did homework and wrote a letter to my grandfather.

That night, we are dinner with a violin-maker and his wife whose lie about violins we only caught because Claire's Aunt is a touring cellist. Also a teacher and her husband whose daughter miraculously survived being buried alive by an avalanche last year. They were all quite nice, and thankfully, more relaxed than the previous diner.

Then, we walked on the beach and went to bed.