It is somewhat claustrophobic, and it feels like there is just enough room to rub shoulders with the pedestrians peering into the shops as you head east. Water Street is better suited for a motor scooter, much less an economy SUV navigating through Stonington Village.
Returning one street to the north, Main Street, you will be in the heart of some of the most beautiful and unique homes on the eastern seaboard. I’m told that there are more buildings on the national historic registry in Stonington than found anywhere in the country.
There is the quaintness that you would expect from a Connecticut fisherman’s village filled with high end shops a crab pot above what you find in neighboring Historic Mystic.
Holding your breath and hugging the curve you pass by the wonderful old town library towards Cannon Square and on to the Lighthouse Museum the destination being Stonington Point. It was the first US lighthouse established in 1823.
“It’s a great view, you can see all the way down to Long Island.” said the owner of the Inne. He would have been correct on a clear day.
A wonderful Inn in any weather.
The rain was driven by a strong west wind just as we parked in the sandy turn-around and visibility was limited to the first red buoy floating in the churning Atlantic.
The repeated sound of the fog horn made it just eerie enough to expect to see the timbers and sails of a seal schooner crossing the point. The town gained wealth by being the port of the seal trade where the skins of young clubbed seals started their way to the China fur trade.
The rain picked up just enough to drive the local fisherman off the rocks, warming himself in the battered Honda eyes glued to the rain splattered windshield…must have been looking at the view?