That day in May, a walk through Mystic
Remember that nice day in May? (One of the very few). It was a Saturday, I parked at the far end of Holmes Street and wandered toward Schooner Wharf soaking up the sunshine and admiring the ‘golden hour’ light bouncing off the homes. Awesome.
Because Mystic is a small town, and because there’s a certain hard-to-describe great vibe —- I had a few memorable sunny day interactions, mostly with strangers.
First a tourist from North Carolina, walking a stroller, asked me about my camera and we ended up chatting about some of the interesting history of the area. She had NO idea about the Seaport or the Maritime history, and had simply heard Mystic was a “nice place to visit”. I regaled her with a few sea captain stories and urged her to take a nice walking tour across the bridge and up Gravel street.
Next a guy smoking a cigar on the breakwater joked about my camera. “Kids today don’t even know what those things are, they think everything they need is in their phone”…..I took his picture.
Next I strolled out on the wharf and met John, owner of the Mystic Pearl (which will be taking sailing charters this summer), and several other Mystic River charter craft. We discussed the movie White Squall which I had seen the night before, and which has local connections. The Mystic Pearl looks awesome and I plan to take a sail.
Finally after a stop at Barley Head Brewery for a half-pint, I dropped in on the well-attended gallery opening at The Finer Line Gallery and viewed the original work of a handful of talented local artists. All in all, a fabulous Mystic afternoon.