West With The Libations

When one arrives in Boston, one walks. And in our case, one walks West. And when one Walks West, one stops for Libations . . .

. . . Yum, Libations.

We drank . . .

. . . we ate . . .

. . . we walked . . .

. . . and walked . . .

. . . and walked.

I think this was Mistah's view the whole time we were in Boston: the back of my backpack.

Thankfully, there were libations along the way . . .

. . . libations wherever we looked . . .

. . . man, those peeps in Boston drink a lot of libations . . .

. . . clearly, we were in the right town:

And that was only the first day!

But, hey, we enjoyed at the non-libation sights, too . . .

We walked *right* through the community gardens . . .

. . . and enjoyed their beauteous joy . . .

. . . right in Back Bay. And we kept right on walking . . .

And wait, look, what's that in the distance?

Could it be?

Oh, yeah.