The end of a very relaxing day. Maybe that's what vacations are all about. Who knew? After dinner we drove back, changed clothes, swam for a while, nestled the boys all snug in their beds with visions of Pontiacs dancing in their heads (it is a bit like Christmas in July for us car freaks after all), and collaborated on which photos made the story and which were safely deleted. I did succumb to peer pressure where one jester was concerned, but otherwise I'm satisfied. We're still arguing about tomorrow's agenda...
Just one of several beautiful homes in the historic district