M came to visit me in Rhode Island the last weekend before my departure for Paris, and so I took her around the Ocean State to visit some of my favorite New England towns.
The sun was out, and we drove down Interstate 95 towards the water with the windows down, weaving through lush green hills and farmlands. A giant arching bridge emerged from the horizon and we crossed a glistening blue bay and into this beautiful seaside town.
It was a peaceful Friday afternoon, still very early in the summer. Sail and fishing boats rested on the ocean, their reflections glistening in the waters. The cool salty breeze gently caressed us under the warm June sun.
We went by the ice cream shop right on the water, and a young blonde girl smiled at us sweetly at the window. She had the lightest blue eyes I had ever seen. Her family may have owned the ice cream shop, and perhaps this was her summer job.
Sitting on the bench under an umbrella, we devoured a rocky road - a decadent creamy chocolate ice cream mixed with bits of dark chocolate, soft marsh mellows and cashews. We liked it so much we bought another quart for home.
Later we went by Beaver Tail State Park, a rocky peninsula shaped like a beaver's tail. We stood on the cliffs as the water crashed against the rocks, listening to the sounds of the ocean.
The sun was setting and we stood there inspecting our long shadows on the rocks. I looked out onto the vast, beautiful, unforgiving waters and into the horizon. France, I knew, was there on the other side.
Five days is all, I thought to myself.
Jamestown, Rhode Island