Yesterday was short on Newport and long on Betty ... doing nothing of significance, I might add. So today I'm turning it around. Really, I took all these shots while turning around on a single street corner: the intersection of Marlborough and Farewell. Okay, I moved my feet, but no more than a few steps. Honestly, Newport is home to such an insane concentration of cool sights (and sites). I find myself amazed at something — admittedly, it might be a small thing — nearly every day. As if it weren't enough to stand on a street corner opposite "America's oldest tavern" across from the oldest surviving house of worship in RI (the Great Friends Meeting House) across from the dry cleaners — the reason I was standing there in the first place — next to Billy Goode's, a bar hosting consistently great live music and which opened the very day Prohibition ended (that fact gleaned from a terrific walking tour with the Newport Historical Society), there's even a "mustering ground" at my back. Somewhere nearby is the Liberty Tree, or a descendant of the Liberty Tree, where colonists gathered to protest The Stamp Act. I'm confused about which tree it might be; the tree behind me in Militia Common a.k.a. Liberty Square is in rough shape, though perhaps it's in great shape when age is taken into account. And, you've got to admit, Del Nero's dry cleaning sign is the best ...
