It’s the little town at the tip of Cape Cod. It’s the place where the Mayflower docked before heading into Plymouth in November of 1620. There the Pilgrims established their new government, a “domestic commonwealth” without kings and queens.
My ancestors were there. Two great* uncles were on the Mayflower (a younger brother, my direct ancestor, would follow later).
Our first stop was the Lobster Pot for lunch. I had chowder and fish ‘n chips. Others enjoyed lobster or crab salads, fried clams and oysters. It was all so good.
Then we roamed around the narrow shop-lined streets. I can’t imagine how crowded it is in the summer. I’ve heard you can barely walk through the crowds of tourists in July.
Here are some of my favorite signs and t-shirts.
And then there were the stores…
And the sights…
And the window of the Portuguese bakery.
Banjo Man posed with ice cream.
Before we knew it, it was time to head back to Rhode Island. It would take over three hours, our shortest official road trip in years. We missed one turn, but it was the only time the GPS let us down and caused confusion.
*I think it’s great x 12, approximately.