Duxbury Beach, Late June

You can eat lunch at a filthy McDonald's booth, or you could head down to Duxbury Beach and have lunch in style. 

If the gods disagreed, they have a funny way of showing it. The weather was amazing.

Ant-on-the-seawall view of the D, facing north.

The McLaughlin cottage is pretty much the last property on Duxbury Beach with that Summer Of 42 look, at least from afar.

I shan't pass a cool Italian flag (respectfully flown below Old Glory, of course) without getting my click on. While Duxbury Beach is solidly Irish Riviera, the Pasta People get a cottage now and then.

Of course, the important part of the previous caption was "Irish Riviera."

It is never fun when I have to point out the flaws of our photographers, especially when I'm the photographer... and yes, that is my finger in the left side of the shot

I did okay here, as long as you don't mind Manomet being on a slight slant.

The fun part about this shot is that the sandy yard belongs to a guy with exceptional lawn skills. It's sandy now, but I think they will be able to putt on it soon enough...once he stares at it for a summer weekend

The legendary public stairs, in decay. They are officially closed, although one gentleman yesterday may have engaged in an Act of Civil Disobedience and opened them unilaterally 

No place on Duxbury Beach needs a mural more than this area.

This, which was a gorgeous yard before last March, now looks like the quarry that Fred and Barney work at.

We get complaints that we only cover Duxbury Beach during storms, but today that will not be a problem.