Sitting out on the old wooden balcony at Harry’s Seafood, lightly salted breezes cooled us as if we had set the thermostat ourselves. Views are expansive there, down onto the Bridge of Lions and out past the inlet to the open ocean. The bridge opened it’s mouth like a prone giant‘s yawn, allowing passage for a yacht bigger than most houses as it headed for the marina. Close behind, a replica pirate ship in full sail, nipped at it’s heels. We enjoyed the usual; Popcorn Crawfish Tails and a cup of She-Crab Soup. In no hurry to go anywhere, we savored our adopted hometown like a good white wine.