Freedom Trail

Saturday was cold and windy and not a great day to go sight-seeing. But that didn't stop us. We had breakfast with Mark and then ditched him so we could walk the Freedom Trail. I have good pictures on the real camera, so you'll have to wait for pics until I get home.

We walked to the north end, and visited Paul Revere's house, where Abram found some revolution-era currency replicas for a souvenir. At about this time I saw a little boy wearing a 3-corner hat from a gift shop, and I asked if either of them wanted one. Abram said, "I already have one." Jacob said, "why in the world would I want one of those?" Two boys, same parents, totally opposite.

We scooted on to the Paul Revere Mall where we gazed at the magnificent sculpture of Paul on his horse. We continued on to the Old North Church, and then decided to make a trek across the Charles River to the USS Constitution. It was so stinking cold and windy, and the marathon had brought out ridiculous crowds of tourists, so we opted out of waiting 90 minutes to go onboard the ship. We instead decided to hike up to the Bunker Hill monument. And hike we did. When we got to the top, we saw the picture I have attached, which I cannot make go the right way. It shows a group of tourists on Segways. As we had walked at least 6 miles at this point, we thought the Segways looked like a good option. We decided to climb the 294 steps to the top of the monument, and the views of Boston all around were amazing from the top.

We walked back across the bridge and through Quincy Market, where we had planned to catch the subway to the Museum of Fine Art. However, there was an incredibly talented group of street performers doing cool gymnastics and feats of strength, and it reeled us in. Then we had just enough time to meet Mark for dinner--back to the North End for some pasta. Along with 26,000 other runners and their families.

Then an early bedtime, and more adventures on Sunday.