Sunday, December 10, 2006

More Newport

The commercial district of Newport is centered on Thames Street, which runs along the harbor. The harbor side is lined with numerous wharves, where maritime businesses once thrived; today, the wharves are lined with clothiers, jewelers, vintners, and victualers.

The photograph above looks toward Thames Street from near the end of Bannister's Wharf. The low building in the right foreground is The Black Pearl, where a few years ago you might have run into Dennis Connor plotting strategy for the crew of Stars and Stripes, the 12-meter yacht he skippered in the America's Cup races.

At the end of Bannister's is a dock once used for rigging and boarding the 12-meters during the international competition.

Across from Bannister's is another popular wharf, Bowen's. In between, an intrepid skipper has chosen to winter over in his/her wooden ketch. We'd had a full gale on Friday, so the plastic tent was probably sorely tested.

When you visit Newport with me, you don't get to go to the Sunday Brunch at the Marriott. I know where they serve the best Portuguese fisherman's breakfast, complete with eggs and chourizo and toasted sweet bread. We did do some fine dining in the evenings, though: Cafe Zelda on Friday and The Mooring on Saturday. Led by Santa in a trawler, the parade of decorated boats glided past our Mooring window as we attended to our house special scampi and Hawaiian prawns.

On Bellevue Avenue near the Memorial Boulevard intersection resides the Tennis Hall of Fame. A mile or so further down Bellevue are the famous mansions--Marble House, Rosecliff, The Elms, the Breakers, Belcourt Castle, and other manses of slightly less grandeur.

11 comments:

Anonymous said...

Great pictures, Paul ... and the ones in the previous 'weekend' entry as well. I'm hoping to make a visit to the east coast next fall, to see this area for myself. It's a trip I've been planning for a while, and it looks as though it's finally going to happen.

Anonymous said...

I live in Boston and I adore Newport. I go once or twice a year. Each year, I go the day after Xmas to go to the tours of the little Colonial houses on the Point. It's peaceful and feels as if you've been transported back in time. Thanks for the nice pics.

Anonymous said...

I lived in Providence RI for 7 months a few years ago... I loved the seafood and the waterfires!

Anonymous said...

We always stay at the Harborside Inn on Christy's wharf. Very rustic and the best room is right at the end of the building overlooking the harbor. I've eaten at both of those restaurants as well, and also have nice memories of simple fare lunches of chow-dah and salad at The Red Parrot.

Great pictures, Paul.

Maryanne

Anonymous said...

I would take the Portugese breakfast in a minute over brunch at a hotel anywhere. I love Newport - our vacation next summer might take us close to there. We are contemplating a switch from outer Cape Cod to the Rhode Island shore.

Gannet Girl said...

It really does look like a great place for a week-end.

Kathryn J, is that you??? You would abandon the Cape???? For Block Island, maybe? Hmmm, I think you might need company.

Anonymous said...

As wonderful as the Cape and even Rhode Island... Block Island is a magical place. Hopefully, (if I have any input) this Spring might include a pictorial travelogue of Block Island.

Gannet Girl said...

No. You can't go to Block Island. I have never been there and if the two of you go, and post pictures, my envy will know no bounds and I will not be able to read this blog ever again.

Gigi said...

I would so love to dine like a Vanderbilt at night and a Portuguese fisherman by day ~ I'd even sleep on that sloop! This all looks like great fun.

Anonymous said...

i'd be in photography heaven visiting there....wonderful photos and love your holiday music...netti

Miz Shoes said...

Ahhhh, the Black Pearl. Bowman's Wharf. The Brick Market. Newport. I spent my summers in Newport when I was a child. Really Middletown, but Newport all the same. The Creamery. First Beach. Third Beach. Purgatory Rock. The drive. When I'm depressed, I'll go all away around Ocean Drive in my head, starting at Bellvue and going down, through the twists and turns, past the old Auschenclos place, and finally back at the wharves. Sigh.