Tuesday, August 25, 2009

Down by the banks of the River Charles

I had never really been to Boston until this past weekend. I've flown in and out of Logan, but I never stuck around to see the city. I finally had the chance when Frank and I went in for the day before the Red Sox game on Saturday afternoon.

We drove to Quincy, MA and got on the 'T', now I need to hit the 'L' next time I'm in Chicago and I'll have all of the major city's subway's checked off the list! We took the Red Line to Park Street/Boston Common and began to wander from there. The Freedom Trail runs right through the Common so we followed the brick line for a while


We saw a lot of churches, some old meeting halls, and about 80 billion cemeteries! One of the cemeteries had Paul Revere's grave in it - funny thing was, his original grave marker is very small, even less significant than the other citizens buried there....


But then, after the famous poem was written and made famous another grave marker was placed next to the original....and it was a bit more impressive!


Then we made our way toward Faneuil Hall (which I cannot for the life of me pronounce correctly) and Quincy Market. We met some old friends there, Sam, the mayor, and Red




Here is a "did you know" for you! In Boston, and I assume the rest of the North/Northeast they call funnel cakes "fried dough." I mean, that statement is true but somewhat dull don't you think? AND I didn't see one person buy a funnel cake/fried dough all day! Strange people in Boston, very strange.


Your second "did you know" for the day: every 4th person in Boston looks like me, or my brother, or that girl I went to high school with, or... you get the point. I think I could run away to Boston, change my name and attend a family reunion without anyone ever being the wiser! They all look like me, and let me tell you, that is one good looking city.

My favorite part of the city was the Public Garden, and I was on a mission. A mission that began when I was a little girl and my mom would read us books at night...a mission to see a duck?


no, that's not it. A mission to.... find many ducks together?


nope. They are cute, but that isn't what I came here for. I came here to.....


Make Way for Ducklings!

...and one goose

2 comments:

  1. LosingWeightintheCity.comAugust 26, 2009 at 4:32 PM

    They call it funnel cake in Jersey!

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  2. You beat me to it, Theo! I was about to say that!

    I love Make Way for Ducklings! :)

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