We leave New York via train and four hours later we’re in Boston. First stop is at Clover Restaurant since we are quite famished! I order a meatball sandwich and the server says something about infused something or other. A little light goes off in my head – “This is a vegetarian restaurant, isn’t it?” “Yes, but not vegan.” Aahh, like that makes a big difference to me! I muddle my way through while Terry thoroughly enjoys her spicy lentil soup and falafel sandwich. Certainly half that sandwich name fits…
We find our way to the hotel and rest up (train travel is tiring, you know) and then it is off for the 20 minute walk to the “Gawden” for Paul Simon and our first walk in history.
We had a nice chat with the people beside us – they were Democrats. Feel free to imagine what we chatted about. The two couples in front of us never moved a muscle – maybe they weren’t. Anyway, it was a great concert. Some of the middle songs (#9, 14, 15, 16) were a little surreal and slow, but once “Diamonds” kicked off, the place was rocking.
I liked this photo – very arty I thought.
This photo brought up some sad memories – the Bruins were my late brother’s favourite team growing up and to a much, much lesser degree, 2011. (far right yellow banner)
After the concert we hit two bars – party animals you know.
In the second we chatted with a fellow who was Canadian on his mother’s side and had relatives who died at the Battle of the Plains of Abraham. He was a wealth of knowledge and gave us lots of ideas on how to spend the weekend.
The Merchant Pub has a row of 36 taps – all different beers and ciders.
Saturday, morning we were up bright and early (10:30) and off to explore the 17 stops on Boston’s Freedom Trail plus our drinking friend’s ideas. To be honest, we only saw about 10 of the official spots over the two days but most of what he had said.
Does this look familiar to anyone?
We saw a lot of cool buildings….
and Acorn Street – the most photographed street in Boston.
We visited the Granary Burial Ground where Paul Revere is buried…
As is John Hancock…
and J. Emerson in a “plain spoken” way.
Finally there’s James Otis. He wrote to his sister “I hope when God takes me out into eternity, that it will be by a flash of lightening.” James got his wish, being struck and killed by lightening during a thunder storm.
We walked along the Esplanade where the Boston Pops performs the 1812 Overture complete with cannons every year on July 4. The “bust” of Arthur Fiedler, longtime conductor is very cool. (This photo is totally in focus.)
We walked across Boston Common site where you can ride a silly little boat and see a statue of Washington.
We walked across Boston to see the statue of Paul Revere just outside the North Church and it’s famed steeple. “One if by land, two if by sea” and then up to Copps Hill Burial Ground. Buried there is Robert Newman, the lesser known patriot who hung the lanterns on that fateful night.
Daniel Malcolm was convicted of smuggling wine into Boston. British soldiers used his (and his wife’s) headstone for target practice and you can still clearly see the bullet marks.
We were definitely wearing down. After a slog back to the hotel through the market – $1.00 for a container of strawberries and $1.00 for a container of blueberries
and past these street performers, (look carefully for green pants in photo 2)
(There are actually four guys all bent over there)
– it was off to the North End and Panza – a Bostonian icon for dinner.
Remember our view at Becco in New York? At least this time we were inside the building.
After a fabulous meal and despite Terry’s half-hearted objections, it was time for another Italian treat – cannoli from Modern Bakery, one of the two best places to get them.
I can’t imagine that Mike’s were any better – these were out of this world. My new goal is to learn how to make them. (Got any tips Gary?)
After all was said and done, we saw lots of history, lots of Boston, lots of people and covered 24,665 steps or 14.9 km.