We’ll wander past grand churches, waterfront mansions, and even the odd haunted graveyard-though don’t worry, the only ghosts you’ll meet today are in the stories. Dress respectfully as we pass the churches; otherwise, comfort is your friend. Be mindful of the usual city stuff-crosswalks, uneven bricks, and, occasionally, a very opinionated seagull.
Here in New London, the air smells like salt and old money. You’ll hear gulls overhead, maybe distant boat horns, and the whispers of the past in every brick and steeple.
Ready? If you’re not standing in front of the Customhouse already, go ahead and make your way there. I’ll be waiting-with history in hand. Let’s dive in.
