I love Duxbury Beach. I love how, to get there, you have to drive through this perfect, quaint ocean-side neighborhood with green grass & hydrangeas, and happy, walking, bike-riding people. I love parking in the gravel lot, right on the edge of the marsh, where you can look out and see the beach in the distance, way out down the bridge. And I lovvvve walking the long way over the rickety, wooden bridge, past the fishermen, and everyone else trekking to the beach. It’s as good as the beach itself.