Plymouth Harbor
Lobster art
On Saturday afternoon I visited Burial Hill again, looking for the elusive grave of Elizabeth Walker Warren, which I did not find. But I encountered some of Jett’s distant relatives who were also searching for her grave. We had a nice chat about her and about genealogy in general.
Dinner at the Lobster Hut
Later my brother Dennis joined me and we spent a few minutes walking through the cemetery together (he had never been there, despite living just 15 minutes away for over 35 years). Then we went off in search of a place to dine. We wandered the streets of downtown Plymouth as dusk arrived and I got to see how Plymouth came alive on a Saturday night. There are many restaurants and even more pubs, some with live music. We ended up at the Lobster Hut, on the Town Wharf and had a very nice seafood dinner. And we enjoyed some of the music from the adjacent very active pub.
The harbor is lined with lobster art – a public art project reminiscent of the painted horses in Ocala. The real treat, though, was watching nighttime settle over the harbor. Though chilly, the sky was quite clear and the sunset was gorgeous.
Sunset over Plymouth Harbor