It’s hard to imagine that I lived here almost two months before going to Boston.  The day was beautiful though, and Beantown was calling. I’d been to Boston a couple of times before, but never on my own.  Steve recommended that I park at the Wellington subway station and take the train in. That proved to be an excellent idea as parking in Boston is difficult to find and really expensive. I’ve been to a lot of cities, but Boston is one of my favorites. There’s nothing like the history and vibrancy all rolled into one. In the business district and north end, there are sites that hearken back to the revolution. In the back bay there are shops and artistic venues that make Boston a hub of culture. Sandwiched in-between are the Boston Commons and Boston Public Gardens.

I got off the train at Haymarket station and began my walking tour down Marshall Street. The cool thing about Marshall street is that many of the buildings are at least 200 years old. It claims to have the oldest tavern in America. Cobblestone streets are common in Boston, but this street wears them like a badge. I proceeded through Marshall street to Faneuil Hall & Quincy Market.  Quincy Market is part mall and one very large ethnically diverse food court. After an Asian lunch, I walked through the financial district and then back to the North end. I’d been to the North End once 10 years prior and was amazed at how different everything was after the big dig project. Some say it’s more commercialized and touristy.  I’m not an expert, but touristy or not, it’s a great place to visit. I walked by Paul Revere’s house which I’d toured before. Then I stopped at St. Leonard’s church to rest and regroup.  While not as glorious as churches in Rome or Paris, it has a relaxing feel in the heart of the city.  I traveled down Hanover St. and into the North Church grounds. Since I’d already visited North Church a few years earlier on a visit to Steve and Kim’s I only snuck some pictures through the windows. I moved on to the harbor side to take pictures of Bunker Hill and the Constitution. I’ve been to the Constitution twice, and don’t feel a need to revisit. With my walk complete, I made my way to North Station to board the Orange train back to my truck. I’ve been back to Boston many times just to walk around. It never gets old.

 

 

“Life is either a daring adventure or nothing at all.” – Helen Keller