I remember thinking, when we were in Boston, just how like London it felt and how interesting it is that people should travel so many miles to recreate the home they just left. Boston really did feel European, or more accurately, British, in its layout, its small winding streets, and the quite extensive trash collecting in the gutters. It certainly highlighted for us the, quite frankly, remarkable job Streets and Sanitation do each night in Chicago.
Do not misunderstand me. It was all those words that people throw around when visiting historical towns and cities; it was quaint, characterful, charming, and lively.
It was also mentally exhausting.
Visiting Boston is comparable to being on a safari. Specifically, it holds similarities to places like West Midlands Safari Park, which, although I loved the experience, was a pale comparison to a leisurely jaunt in a jeep around the 55 000 hectares of Pilanesberg Game Reserve in South Africa.
Ladies and Gentlemen let us embark on our historical tour of Downtown Boston, be sure to follow the red line, which is painted on 2.5 miles of Boston sidewalk. You are also advised to keep your hands as close to your body as possible at all times, beware of the idiot tourists who come to a total stop right in the center of the sidewalk, and leave all sense of personal space behind.
I exaggerate. However, the idea of following the famous Freedom Trail walking tour was soon abandoned in favor of taking in the sights using our own agenda, and doing our best to ignore everyone else who was trying to absorb as much of the city as possible on a sunny summer weekend.
We managed to find some quiet spots:
Through the window
And it was wonderful to be close to the sea again:
Oh I do love to be beside the Seaside
But it was one exhausting look back at the history of the United States.
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