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ink_n_impBetween the God Awful Heat (Which, thank GOD has FINALLY broken!), and navigating the MBTA and highway traffic, I've had neither the resolve nor the concentration to update about my continuing adventures in Boston. And, as I do have some pictures to post and comment upon, I think I will refrain from an in-depth discussion of the many sights of Boston until later.
In the meanwhile:
Tuesday: Walked the Freedom Trail. Had my ass handed to me by not the 2.5+ miles of it, but the 2.5+ miles of it in 93 degree weather. I did have the distinct pleasure, however, of FINALLY getting a sense of the distances between all those historic places I keep reading about, of snickering at Massachusetts' first seal, of giggling at Hancock's INCREDIBLY phallic tombstone, of visiting the Amazing Old State House museum (which possesses many intriguing and interesting artifacts and tidbits), of copying Sam Adams' pose in front of Faneuil Hall, of being terrified by an OBSCENE amount of jellyfish in the River, and of FINALLY stepping foot aboard the USS Constitution...though it appears that I'll not be able to go BELOW deck until my NEXT trip to Boston.
FIE.
Ate dinner at Giacomo's in the North End. Walked away a Convert and True Believer. Zuppa di Pesce like my mother makes, and THAT is the highest compliment I've got in my bag of tricks.
Wednesday: Went to Salem, as there is very little about the town I recall from my 7th grade Boston school trip. Maybe it was just the 98+ degree scorching heat, but little to remember the second time around. However, was impressed by the National Park Visitor Center there (SOOOOOOO AIR CONDITIONED! *BASK!!!*), and the exhibits about Salem's maritime prosperity pre-Jefferson's embargo of 'let's fuck New England trade up the ass!...er...I mean...let's show the French and British we aren't going to take their privateering/impressing shit no more!'
Returned to the hotel completely fried, fell into an air conditioned coma, and blew the rest of the day by going to the movie theater to see Ocean's Thirteen.
Oh, Clooney. *glomps*
Today!: ADAMS, ADAMS, AND MORE ADAMS!!!
That's right, Nella has FINALLY made herpilgrimage visit to the Adams National Historic Park!!!!!
And, MIGHT I ADD, my visit there magically coincided with the break in the heat wave up here?
COINCIDENCE? You decide.
...Though, my visit to the Adams' homestead merits its' own post. I have related books to review, and a first lady to seriously fangirl. Likewise, we went to the Museum of Fine Arts as well once we were finished in Quincy, however that I shall pause in reviewing, as we plan on returning to it Saturday morning.
Now, to bed! For tomorrow, the Minuteman National Park awaits!
In the meanwhile:
Tuesday: Walked the Freedom Trail. Had my ass handed to me by not the 2.5+ miles of it, but the 2.5+ miles of it in 93 degree weather. I did have the distinct pleasure, however, of FINALLY getting a sense of the distances between all those historic places I keep reading about, of snickering at Massachusetts' first seal, of giggling at Hancock's INCREDIBLY phallic tombstone, of visiting the Amazing Old State House museum (which possesses many intriguing and interesting artifacts and tidbits), of copying Sam Adams' pose in front of Faneuil Hall, of being terrified by an OBSCENE amount of jellyfish in the River, and of FINALLY stepping foot aboard the USS Constitution...though it appears that I'll not be able to go BELOW deck until my NEXT trip to Boston.
FIE.
Ate dinner at Giacomo's in the North End. Walked away a Convert and True Believer. Zuppa di Pesce like my mother makes, and THAT is the highest compliment I've got in my bag of tricks.
Wednesday: Went to Salem, as there is very little about the town I recall from my 7th grade Boston school trip. Maybe it was just the 98+ degree scorching heat, but little to remember the second time around. However, was impressed by the National Park Visitor Center there (SOOOOOOO AIR CONDITIONED! *BASK!!!*), and the exhibits about Salem's maritime prosperity pre-Jefferson's embargo of 'let's fuck New England trade up the ass!...er...I mean...let's show the French and British we aren't going to take their privateering/impressing shit no more!'
Returned to the hotel completely fried, fell into an air conditioned coma, and blew the rest of the day by going to the movie theater to see Ocean's Thirteen.
Oh, Clooney. *glomps*
Today!: ADAMS, ADAMS, AND MORE ADAMS!!!
That's right, Nella has FINALLY made her
And, MIGHT I ADD, my visit there magically coincided with the break in the heat wave up here?
COINCIDENCE? You decide.
...Though, my visit to the Adams' homestead merits its' own post. I have related books to review, and a first lady to seriously fangirl. Likewise, we went to the Museum of Fine Arts as well once we were finished in Quincy, however that I shall pause in reviewing, as we plan on returning to it Saturday morning.
Now, to bed! For tomorrow, the Minuteman National Park awaits!
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Date: 2007-06-29 03:58 pm (UTC)"His name was John Hancock, let's think of a memorial that will enhance is good name."
"Yes, yes, good idea! Let's see...how about an Egyptian obelisk? Those are all the rage nowadays!"
"Damn brilliant of you! Only let's make it look more like a penis, because is name was Hancock after all."
"Yes! A perfect play on words! Meeting adjourned! Let's get drunk!"
If you can, and you're done with visiting the MFA (which is just brilliant, check out the Greek vases, they're hidden away in the dank, dungeons of the Roman and Greek wing), go see the Isabella Stewart Gardner Museum. It's a block away from the MFA and is just one of those 'gotta see it' museums. Basically there was a very prominent, very rich, very cultured woman named Isabella Stewart Gardner, and she built herself a Venetian mansion in the middle of the Fenway and filled it up with art.
Also there was a very famous robbery that took place there in 1992, but since Gardner's will stipulated that nothing in the collection could be moved under the threat of the entire thing being dismantled and sold in a European auction, the empty frames and spots on the wall where the paintings would have been remain. Kinda nifty.
Sorry, didn't mean to ramble. :D I'm so glad you got to check out the Old State House and that you're enjoying our fair city, even though it was hot as balls these past few days.