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Lobstah and Beeyah

Well it was much more than that, but our week in Ogunquit, Maine was nevertheless divine. We stayed at a charming B&B, the Blue Shutters, and walked each day to Ogunquit Beach.

Our favourite spot...on the beach
Lunch and dinner brought new restaurants and plenty of seafood, such as Maryse's lobster at Barnacle Billy's
Here's an early morning view of the Ogunquit tidal basin
And these fellas tried their luck every morning on Ogunquit beach
This is the Shore Road on our way to downtown Ogunquit
Oooo, is that water cold?
Dog and cat ornaments in the garden outside of the "Spoiled Rotten" craft shop

The Nubble Lighthouse in YorkThe view from inside the Fort McClary Blockhouse of boats moored on the Piscataqua RiverDowntown KennebunkportTwo lovely mansions viewed from the Kennebunkport Brewery parking lotJohn poses next to the Kennebunk RiverMaryse takes a breather on the Marginal Way between the Blue Shutters and Perkin's CoveThe fishing fleet moored in Perkin's CoveThe Atlantic Ocean at Perkin's CoveThe small lift bridge at the entrance to Perkin's CoveThis fella had his eye on us as we enjoyed a drink at the water's edgeSomeone's been busy making many Inukshuks off the Marginal WayAnd now our holiday is but a memory reflected in the rear view mirror

Book: The Sanctuary by Raymond Khoury

Music: Pilgrim Road by Willard Grant Conspiracy

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