After our lunch on a picnic table in the sun, we moved to a rustic wooden swing facing the sea and stared out at the boats, as well as, a couple of shockingly large raccoons climbing among the rocks across the cove.
It was a perfect New England afternoon--well, except maybe for the small red lobsters painted on the wood floor marking the way to (and eventually into) the restrooms. I understood the point behind it, but I found it slightly unsettling--much like the giant raccoons crawling around in broad daylight. My guess is that they were there for the lobster, too. They should be able to find the restrooms.