Sunrise could be seen from our hotel window, overlooking the city and out over the airport and harbor.
Headed out to breakfast at the Boston Public Market,
kind of like our Grand Central Market in dtla. Union Square Donuts was mentioned as a must try in Boston, so that’s where I went.
Picked up coffee from George Howell Coffee just around the corner.
Then we continued on the Freedom Trail to Faneuil Hall, which is essentially another shopping market, but in an old brick building.
Originally built in 1740, it was a market that also doubled as a meeting place public assemblies. Behind that is another building, the Quincy Market.
Next we walked over to the Boston harbor waterside.
Then we went to Paul Revere’s house
Then the Old North Church, where the lamps were hung after Paul Revere’s ride to signify the arrival of the British troops.
Inside is a plaque commemorating Charles Wesley, founder of Methodism and writer of “O For a Thousand Tongues to Sing”, who preached in that church.
We also stopped at the North square… more of a north triangle, but hey, who’s counting sides.
We went back to the Boston Public Market for lunch, got a pastrami sandwich from Beantown Pastrami
and a stout from the Boston Beer Alley next door and sat down at the communal benches across from a Scottish couple. They mentioned an observation tower that I hadn’t known about called View Boston. After they left, another young woman sat down with us and we had a lovely conversation with her about life in Boston.
After lunch we continued on to Copps Hill Burying Ground
And across the Charles river to see the USS Constitution, built in 1797 and the oldest commissioned warship afloat in the world today.
From there we trudged up to the last site on the Freedom Trail, the Bunker Hill memorial. This was the site of a famous battle between the British and American colonists. The Americans initially repulsed the British but had to retreat after running out of ammo. The British gained the victory, but it proved to be a sobering experience for them as they incurred many more casualties.
It was possible to walk up to the top of the 250 some foot monument, but neither Shell or I were up to the climb after already being exhausted…. And knowing we still had to make our way back to the hotel.
That night I had made reservations at a place out in Cambridge, in Harvard Square, called Henrietta’s Table,
which was the only place I could find that served up “Yankee Pot Roast”, one of the traditional meals I wanted to experience. So we took the metro out there, and when I checked in, they couldn’t find my name on the reservation list. I showed them the Open Table reservation, only to have the young lady point out that I had made the reservation for 7:15… AM. It had never even occurred to me that the restaurant would be OPEN at 7 AM, but thankfully, they were able to seat us by the bar. Apparently, Harvard was having some big rowing competition, and both the restaurant, AND Harvard and the entire area were crawling with people.
But I was able to get my Yankee Pot Roast.
Took the metro back after dinner and crashed again for the night.