After a good seafood meal we checked out the town.
Ron strolling down the side walk.
The poet Longfellow wrote a poem here, can't say I'm much of a poetry fan but the small park on the river was very "southern" with the vegetation and large live oak trees and some hanging moss.
Mr. Longfellow
Mr. Longfellow and some visitors.
Yep, this is a BIG OLD live oak tree.
