No one likes to go sightseeing when it's freezing, but, also, no one likes to just not do anything for eight months out of the year, either. The time had come, and we headed out to Newport, Rhode Island.
We hit up the Brick Alley Pub, home of award winning chowder, which, was, admittedly pretty good. We're still getting the hang of restaurants with Edie, so mostly she just hung out and dribbled chocolate milk down her shirt.
Then we headed to the mansions. Late 1800s barons and assorted millionaires built summer homes in Newport, many of which are now owned by a preservation society and open to the public. We toured the Vanderbilt home, The Breakers.
Have I ever mentioned that it's my dream to live in a house that has a name, as well as an address. Ideally, one that has a name instead of an address.
This (pictured below) is the back part of the house, and that is the sea beyond it. Hence "The Breakers". If you lived in a house like this, I don't see that you'd have any choice other than to throw only Great Gatsby-inspired parties. How could you not?