We left the Oyster house and did our regular evening activities. Jean planned the next day’s agenda and I checked my pictures from that day. Then we decided which pictures we wanted from the other’s stash and said goodnight.
Early next morning, we got up and wandered around Boston for awhile. We located Quincy Market and had breakfast. I finally got a bagel and my sister found some sort of fruit tart. We sat in what looked like old school desks. Above us was a dome and there were more old fashioned desks circling the place. We left and headed out to find Paul Revere’s house. We only had time to look at a few places on the Freedom Trail so we wanted to do the most important ones first. Of course we got lost, but eventually, with help from friendly Bostonians, we found the place. We took the tour and learned interesting information about Revere and his other works such as bell making. The house seemed small by our standards.
When wee were finally ready to locate Old North Church,we followed the bricks of the Freedom Trail and located our destination. I was overjoyed. I took pictures of it near and far, from the back and from the front. We went inside for a talk about the famous ride. I learned that Revere may not have himself hang the lantern, but was very much in on the plan. A plaque erected in 1924 says that he did. I don’t care. It still means so much to me and someone did put those lanterns there and warned the patriots and that’s what matters. It’s a beautiful Episcopal Church and just being there made me so happy.
We journeyed on to Faneuil Hall. The Hall provided the place where arguments burst out about practices leading up to the Revolution. I just sat in a seat and pretended to hear someone put forth a piece of information in a heated manner and someone else across the way yelling, “Oh, yeah?” or “That’s right.” The main floor room had a lovely dais and a stunning Daniel Webster picture. It’s very large and quite exciting and I hope nothing happens to it. In fact, I hope all of these sights are around for a long time to come so that future Americans can enjoy them.
My impression of Boston was a very good one, the traffic patterns and one-way streets notwithstanding. In the evening, the place seems as lovely and urban as New York City with all of the lights shining from the skyscrapers. By day, the cobblestone streets and history take you back to yesterday. Yes, I loved it very much. And the people were warm and wonderful.
Next time, we’ll visit a few literary stops to melt my heart and make me smile. See you then.