Mom – fret not: I didn’t eat any seafood while in the Outer Banks or North Carolina. I merely became obsessed with it. Mostly because of the cute shrimp shacks. Seafood shacks are about as ubiquitous as Starbucks. But more colorful and smellier.
And we can’t forget the fishing village in Wanchese. They actually still call it a fishing village – or at least the websites do. The locals? I can’t say for sure.
The fishermen were surprised to see a woman with a camera attached to her face. You would think this happens quite regularly. Or maybe they could sense that I keep kosher and wondered why I was even there… Look, you don’t have to partake in order to appreciate.
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