It must have been in the cards to visit Plymouth yesterday. That’s if finding a good parking space, or any parking space, counts for anything. This is a beautiful place to visit, even when you don’t manage to cross the street to the charming shops, or perhaps that means another visit is in order.
The Mayflower II, on display near Plymouth Rock.
You don’t grow up in MA without knowing who Massasoit is. Chief of the Wampanoag Indians who made peace with the English settlers and taught them the fishing, planting, and cooking skills that helped them survive.
This structure houses the rock. I overheard part of a talk given by a ranger in which he explained that the rock was an important part of life for the Pilgrims as this meeting place was where they came to share information among themselves and their children.
Across the way is the wharf where we ate dinner the night before, and where we walked to in order to try another bowl of clam chowder. I liked the second one better but my friend disagreed.
I loved the painted shells along the path.
My friend visited Plymouth with his family often when he was a kid, more so than I did, so he feels more nostalgic about this place than I do. It’s so nice to be here.