Every time we're in Eastport, we always look for the Pleon. (You know how you always seem to have a favorite place or thing to look for when you return to a place where you've vacationed in the past?) This time, our old friend the "Pleon" was not readily found at the wharf because it had ALWAYS been painted a mix of many bright colors. We were already quite dismayed because the day was dreary and when we finally spotted the Pleon in her new blue coat, we were shocked and disappointed. My man-friend said "See, even the Pleon is blue."