What's next was the dock; the pier, where everything was within arm's reach—just up or down the road that ran parallel. It was an ideal place to rest for a while, considering there were few people this time of the summer season, but it remained a central hub where, if something interesting was going to happen, this would be the place to do it.
What was a really nice relief was the salty ocean breeze, blowing away a considerable amount of the sticky, humid air. If the sun wasn't shining down upon them, Kitty might have considered bringing a coat along, but the warmth of daylight and of walking was enough to keep her from being too cold.
A row of shops lined one side of the street—the side opposite the pier—and between the fairly-empty road and the dock itself, there were train tracks. From the looks of things, a train actually did run through now and again, and at the point when it came by, rattling the boards beneath her feet, she sought to count how many train cars were on it.
89, counting each half-engine as one car.
Admittedly, there wasn't much to do on the dock itself, unless a person decided to go window-shopping or visit a small bakery for lunch. With the bread one might have obtained from said bakery, there were seagulls hopping around the wooden benches, searching for handouts. However, from the looks received by the few pedestrians loitering around, one was not supposed to feed the birds.
There was no beach by the dock, but in the distance, if one were to squint in the direction the train-tracks went, out on the water there appeared to be a larger section of the dock made for trade ships, not like the smaller wooden dock extending from this point of the pier. This wooden stretch was made for personal boats, of which there were currently none.
Most of the people hanging around remained on the land part of the pier, and not the dock. That was where the benches were, anyhow, even though most people did not appear to want a seat. In fact, out of all the people she saw, Kitty noted only one other with a camera. There were plenty who had wide-brimmed hats with drawstrings to keep the wind from blowing their hats away, but these people were not tourists. They lived here.
At one point, a younger kid—behind his father's back—came up and asked to pet Sam. The boy was fearless, which was a surprise, but even more interesting was the physical resemblance to the twins that he held. Even if his hair wasn't auburn, it seemed uncanny.
Of course, the moment was short-lived when the parental figure caught on. The father was pretty polite, however there was an unmistakable concern for his child's proximity to Sam, and the kid would probably have a conversation coming to him later about petting strange dogs.
Out of everything, what Kitty enjoyed most was the ambient silence. Gulls calling overhead, the sound of icy waves crashing against the dock, wind brushing through the trees that lined the train-tracks a little further north, and the occasional toot of a ship's horn—though extremely seldom, it was startling. Beyond this, it was a perfectly quiet place to settle for a bit.
The busy part of the docks were too far north for the yells of sailors and workers, loading machinery, and other things like that to be heard, and business on the opposite side of the railroad was not particularly loud, even though there were quite a few people walking about, headed from one place to another. The only thing missing from this place, she decided, was a good book and some time to read it.