We started our last day in Boston with a ride on the Swan Boats in the Public Garden. The morning was already haaawwt but we enjoyed a relaxing ride and the lovely gardens.
Then we made way for ducklings (statues for Robert McCloskey's classic children's book).
We popped by Cheers for a picture but didn't go inside.
Then we walked back over to Boston Common to start our walk along the Freedom Trail.
Feetsies don't fail us now!
Starting with the Massachusetts State House
(We didn't go inside any of the buildings. I know. Slap us. Everywhere we went Saturday was beyond crowded which zapped the desire of touring the insides of places smack out of us.)
Park Street Church
Then we walked around Granary Burial Ground.
John Hancock's grave (although there it's questionable his remains are there after grave robbers and other shenanigans.)
Old City Hall
Old South Meeting House
(Where colonists were urged into a frenzy by Samuel Adams to go dump lots of tea into the water.)
Old State House
(The site of the Boston Massacre in 1770.)
Not only was Boston crazy crowded Saturday, there was also some sort of race called Challenge Nation where TONS of teams in crazy costumes ran to different historical sights throughout the city and then took a photo. No, not annoying at all.
Replete with a silver statue lady that came to life when you dropped money into her basket.
Clever, oh so clever.
She gave Annelise some candy.
We did go inside Faneuil Hall but could hardly make our way through ALL herds of the people, so we hardly saw anything. Although we did use their restrooms downstairs. As you do.
We ate lunch behind Faneuil Hall in the Quincy Market area at a place called Durgin Park, which turned out to be not only a wonderful respite from the HEAT and CROWDS but had traditional *yankee* yummy food.
We shared Boston Creme Pie, well Scott and I did, Annelise ixnayed it. We liked it but I thought it was like a bland tiramasu (not bad, just rather bland).
Our batteries recharged, we ventured back down to the North End and through Little Italy to see Paul Revere's house.
I loved all the cobblestone streets in and around Little Italy.
Old North Church
This view from the bridge was as close as we got to the Bunker Hill memorial. Sorrynotsorry but we just couldn't walk any farther.
Then we began the Trail of Tears down to the Charlestown Navy Yard.
Or possibly the Bataan Death March.
Have I mentioned it was hot-hottity-HOT?
We were all sweaty crabapples but hard-headedly determined to make it to the end of this doggone historical sightseeing torture otherwise known as walking the Freedom Trail in July.
Once we turned the corner into the Navy Yard our hopes of touring the U.S. Constitution (Old Ironsides) were dashed (okay, they weren't that strong to begin with, but still) when we saw the looong line of more committed tourists waiting to go on board.
We decided to admire her from a distance instead.
Plus there was AIR CONDITIONING.
As we stumbled off the bridge and into the harbor area, we saw several people (yes, mostly much older than us) climbing into taxis to get back into Boston--and strongly considered it to be a wonderful investment. We ended up feeling rejuvenated after the AC museum break so decided to suck it up and walk.
Plus how embarrassing would it be to pull up in a taxi in front of Mike's Pastry?
Which of course we (I) had to stop by there one more time before leaving Boston (Annelise had ice cream).
Dear Mike's Pastry,
I still dream of you.
Specifically of your cannoli.