This is the first time during our travels/ vacations (must I use that word? I suppose so, which means I have been assimilated – urgh) that we have had a day of, for want of a better expression, complete torrential rain. And to the credit of Annapolis, it was still a spectacularly gorgeous town even in the deluge. How utterly lovely must it be when the sun is out??
Annapolis, in my mind, is famous primarily for being a major port for slavery in 18th century America (an American Bristol, if you will) which, I have to say, it plays down considerably, as you would. It does have a monument to Alex Haley/Kunta Kinte (for which I urge you to google Roots, if you don’t know what I’m talking about, as it is an eye-opening book on African-American heritage and should be a standard school text). The other major claim to fame for Annapolis is the Naval Academy (“Hogwarts for Sailors”), which is much like any British University campus except around any given corner you can expect to trip over several lovely young people in Navy uniform. It’s funny, it’s pretty much exactly the same uniform as that worn by my hubby, but for some reason when it’s worn by a large group of young men all at the same time, well, it just has a different effect, if you know what I mean. A bit less milkman, a bit more Tom Cruise.
Much like Boston, Annapolis has a rather British feel, by which I suppose I mean lots of narrow winding streets and roundabouts (today I think we doubled the amount of roundabouts we have seen in the past two years). Oh and we also saw the crypt that houses the final burial place of John Paul Jones, the “first great sailor of the US Navy” who was actually born in Scotland. I don’t know why that made me chuckle, I think it reminded me of Andy Murray and the English nation’s adoption of him as their own once he got anywhere near winning Wimbledon.
So, a fleeting visit – had it been drier weather, it would be a perfect place for just sitting around the harbour and watching the world go by – but a place I highly recommend for a day to potter about.
We finished off with an evening in Baltimore, again in the pouring rain but we managed to find a pub with decent local ales, proper whisky, hooks under the bar and the Smiths on the jukebox. If it had a resident dog or cat and it was within a mile of my home, it would be the perfect drinking establishment.