Tied to the granite seawall at the Seaport, there was a steady stream of dreamers and gawkers past Calypso. Throw Miss Meg into the mix, well
you get the idea.

The wind has died with the sunset after a breezy steady 20 kts and gusts to 30. After the tourists depart, the ambiance is sublime. Our own private window to the nautical past. Got lots of chores done too, taking full advantage of the dockside power and water.

Sorry not to have Andrew and Eileen here, but perhaps we'll see them in a couple days in Rowayton.