





For the price of a modest ticket, the ferry’s deck served a skyline reintroduction. Commuters read, gulls traced loops, and wind smoothed worries. Docking on the far side, a boardwalk wander led to buskers, murals, and the sweet relief of realizing adventure can be this uncomplicated.
Armed with a list of open hours and pay-what-you-can windows, the afternoon became a moving gallery. Between stops, coffee steam curled into bright air while conversations with docents turned halls into classrooms. The budget stayed gentle; the mind and heart returned carrying new color and courage.
On a coastal bench, layered coats and hot tea met a curtain of rain. Waves applauded, clouds argued, and suddenly the sky broke open with theatrical light. The spend was minimal, the comfort intentional, and the companionship priceless—proof that wonder often waits behind ordinary planning.