Soon the green shore of the Island approached. Sailboats lazed in the calm sea and the arms of the small bay enfolded us into the marina. After disembarking, Amy and I walked up Main Street, window-shopping. We passed Barnum Avenue, named for the time Bridgeport’s entrepreneur bought land here across the pond. We turned onto Liberty Avenue and found the Golden Pineapple Bed and Breakfast. A charming Victorian house, packed with clocks and birdhouses, Chinese prints and 19th Century American paintings. An enormous fish tank separated the living and breakfast rooms. Trunks, curio cabinets, floral pillows, and plush chairs made us feel instantly relaxed.
Jennifer, the hostess, greeted us and showed us our room with its king bed and antique furniture. A spring breeze coasted through the windows, and far-off I heard the hoot of the ferry leaving the dock. After a short rest in this marvelous room, we walked back downtown, taking East Main Street past the Free Library and a dozen charming shops. Reaching Broadway, we turned left to the Fifth Season. At this fine restaurant an artisanal cheese plate of Vermont cheddar, blue, and Camembert delightfully set off our red and white local Long Island wines. The arctic char and halibut followed, framed on luscious beds of rice and couscous. For dessert we tried the toasted almond crème brulee and a molten chocolate cake with hazelnut gelato.
The brisk May air echoed with laughter and conversation. Some people walked the streets with ice cream cones, while others sat and chatted on comfortable benches. As Amy and I wound up the long hill of Main Street again, I held her close and she remarked on the perfection of the evening. I agreed.
After a long, comfortable sleep, we woke in time for breakfast on the porch of the Pineapple. The host Tom served us a fresh fruit cup, coffee, tea, and French toast on multigrain bread. We discussed his diesel engine, which he filled with vegetable oil to save money. We left this oasis with regret and headed down the hill to shop. At Tumi, the Peruvian store, we bought a handmade belt, and at Tabu we bought a Buddhist temple bell for our porch. We stopped at the Pindar/Duck Walk tasting room and sampled some Sauvignon Blanc, Cabernet Franc, and lovely Meritage blends.
After noting the British telephone booths that the city had installed, we decided on lunch at the Tiger Lily Café. Hot from the sun, we eagerly drank healthy fruit smoothies, munched on green salad, and ate a warm brie and pear Ciabatta sandwich. It was nearly time for the ferry, and we took a quick look around at this charming seaside town, so close to Bridgeport. We would be back for sure.