Pearls at Newburyport

Hard to believe that Newburyport was a hardscrabble port town with a seedy waterfront scant decades ago. The polished little brick burg gleams like a pearl in an oyster shell, begging to be plucked. Much ado can be made of the numerous restaurants strewn about town like driftwood, or sparkly little shops scattered like beach glass, but the fact of the matter is there’s no escaping the water or the history embedded in the bricks. You feel it breathing up from the cobblestones. It’s a walking town for sure, where you can soak up some serious Federal-style architecture, tuck into an Upper Crust pizza, or satisfy an endless craving for seafood. Then polish off the day with a Dolce Freddo mascarpone gelato and a stroll along the banks of the mighty Merrimack, winding to the sea, as pretty, pitiless, and ever-present as it was in the 1630s.

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4 Responses to Pearls at Newburyport

  1. Brian says:

    I concur it’s a great town. I love clam chowder at The Grog!

  2. Josh Allen says:

    I like the look of that pizza! And the town, too…

  3. DPG says:

    Yet another lovely hamlet on my to-go list. Will someone please take me there? :-}
    Beautifully dreamy words and photos….thank you for posting again! Look forward to the next, and the next….

  4. Peter Tuttle says:

    Lovely, Annie.
    Edie and I used to go up to Newburyport every weekend, when we lived in Rockport. We’d have lunch in town, then go for a long stroll along the beach on Plum Island.
    -Peter Tuttle

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