Rockport

Labor Day, and we are getting away from it all and spending the night on Cape Ann.

I'd forgotten how pretty Rockport is - old wooden houses with shutters, flowers everywhere and of course the harbour, full of fishing boats and brightly coloured dinghies. Lobster traps are stacked along the wharf and floats bob in the water, all along the bay. As we stood in the bright sunshine, taking in the view and eating our gelato (imported from Milan, if you can believe it) seven swans came aswimming, as if it were Christmas. Couldn't have been more perfect.