So after switching from the Silver Line to the Red Line, from the Red Line to the Green 'B' Line, I finally made it out to Harvard Street, where my brother was waiting. We went back to his house, which is a crowded old building split into two separate apartments; if I understood his explanation there are eight people living in each of the apartments? People were getting ready to go to work just as I came in, so I wasn't able to talk to anyone. That was fine, though, because I was barely coherent.
After a quick nap (maybe 1 hour?) Kenny and I went out to Boston Commons. He had work at 12, so we only managed a lap around the park before he took off, but we did get a few pictures in:
I got a friendly greeting from a local frog.
I hung out with some ducks...
...and admired some swanboats...
...and stopped to smell the
Then Kendrick headed off to work and I wandered in the Massachusetts State House. It's a great looking building with some interesting frescoes/sculptures inside. When I came in a tour had just started so the volunteer working the front told me to join it. Big mistake. The tour was for a group of
The Freedom Trail is a red line painted on the sidewalk (or laid out with red bricks) that creates a path connecting many of Boston's most famous sites. It starts at Boston Commons, winds its way through the city and terminates up at Bunker Hill. My goal was to complete the entire path, since I figured movement would keep me awake and I wanted to see as much of Boston as possible.
Granary Burying Ground
It amazes me how you'll just turn a corner in Boston and BAM! there's a graveyard. The headstones are in such neat little rows; if I am remembering my history correctly they were moved to look prettier, and no longer actually mark where their namesake is interred.
I thought this was such a neat looking skull.
But it was cold, and I was inadequately dressed for the chill, so I started walking again to warm up. I popped into King's Chapel to warm up for a few minutes. It's so strange to me that instead of wooden bench pews, the kind that I grew up with, New England churches often have these cubicle boxes instead. There's a wooden wall around you and the preacher speaks from an upraised platform, which he usually gets to via a spiral staircase. These cubicles were designed to keep listeners warm in the freezing New England winters, but the privacy they afforded was probably also treasured. I wish I'd gotten a photo, but I thought it would be disrespectful to take pictures inside the church.
I skipped a couple of locations on the official Freedom Trail circuit, but it started to drizzle and I hadn't thought to bring an umbrella so I popped into the Old State House to look at the museum and warm up again. It's another lovely building, with an outstanding spiral staircase and gorgeous brick exterior. (I can't get over the bricks. We don't use them in California because they're a real hazard in earthquake country, but they're so pretty and all over Boston.) From the upper chambers you can look out the window and see the spot where the Boston Massacre occured, marked by a circle of cobblestones.
Faneuil Hall & Quincy Market
Random performer in front of Quincy Market - they still have street performer audition signs all over the place, but the auditions were back in April.
More of the amazing Boston bricks. I waited forever for this street to clear, but it never did, so I finally just took the photo with another tourist in the way. Oh well. If you look at the pavement you can see the red brick line of the Freedom Trail snaking up the street.
As I was wandering, I saw a memorial to the soldiers killed in Iraq and Afghanistan, made with dogtags. It was pretty neat-looking, and when the wind blew through the tags it sounded like they were crying.
I wonder if they still add dogtags.
By now it was pouring so I had bought a cheap, crappy black umbrella from a tourist shop in the North End. Old North Church, where John Newman hung the lanterns signal that the Bristish were coming. (One if by land, two if by sea?) There was an elementary school tour going through the church, so I kicked back and waited for them to disperse while sitting in a white pew-box. It was another one of those wish-I'd-taken-photos-but-I-didn't moment.
Nearby at Copp's Hill I found the headstone of John Newman.
I wonder why people put coins on top of his stone? Also...FREEMASON!
When I got back to Kendrick's house no one was home (he had rehearsal for his play) so I bought some Chinese food at a shop near his house and went to sleep super-early. When he got home around 11 we ended up watching an episode of Iron Chef on his computer (Pear & Chocolate dessert battle). His neighborhood was pretty noisy, because there's a lot of college students and this week was graduation, but I was out cold before the Iron Chef battle was over.