Boston - Day 1

It has taken me a while to get the pictures uploaded from my phone and camera, as we have been back for a week.  We had a great time in Boston and then exploring the rest of the New England states.  We covered all six states in 800 miles but the whole area is about the size of half of Kansas or less. 

After we landed and found our great place to stay, we went to the Union Oyster House.  You can see on the plate it was established in 1826.  The streets are narrow and the ceilings inside are low.  We had a variety of oysters, in fact, our waitress had never seen anyone order so many.  We also tried the clam chowder which was excellent.  We ate clam chowder in every restaurant we went to.

Ben Franklin was right outside the door of the Oyster House and for a couple of dollars, you could get your picture taken with him.  Jackie and I didn't know when we would have the chance to do that again, so it was worth the $$.

In Boston, they have something called the Freedom Trail.  It is a brick inlay in the sidewalk, or red paint on concrete that leads you to many historic sights.  They are just in the middle of town for the most part.  So we started out on the Freedom Trail.  First we saw Paul Revere's house which  was old and small.  

Then on into the Little Italy and the Old North Church. 

What I didn't realize is that there is an Old South Church, and Old East Church, and and Old West Church.  The Old West Church is actually United Methodist.  I picked up a bulletin at the Old North Church since it was Sunday.  It is an active Episcopal church.

However, I think it would be a little weird to go to any of the old churches.  In order to retain heat in the winter, the pews are in boxes.  Each box has a plate with a name on it.  The benches in this church we hard and very uncomfortable looking.  Some of them do have padding.

The pulpit is fairly high up in the air, so all would be able to see the minister, just not their neighbors.  That would take some of the amusement out of church!

Then we trudged on to Bunker Hill.  It is over a river, but we walked (with the guys) so I can tell you it wasn't that far.  But it was uphill.  I can imagine the revolutionary men rowed across the river, fought, and were home in time for supper.  I guess in my mind, it was still an open field a distance from Boston, but no, right in the middle of a town now.  

We went back down the hill to a tavern advertised to be frequented by George Washington for some liquid refreshments and calamari, then we called a taxi.  After that, we ate our first lobster of the trip.

Yes, it is messy, but I don't think we really needed the bibs, just more napkins.  This guy was a little smaller, but very tasty.