Cape Cod is so picturesque. It’s lush. And the houses are quaintly adorned with flower box windows. The trees hug the road and every now and then you’ll see a bridge. I saw the ferries to Martha’s Island (though I didn’t get on). I ate steamers. Which are like clams still in the shell with a mullusk looking think hanging out. It was tasty and gritty. I didn’t much like working for my food.
The lighthouses made me think of fishermen and clam chowder. Yum.
