The New Freedom Trail

We didn't just drink beer and eat meals when we were in Boston, you know.

 No, the second day we drank wine and ate meals.

It's a great way to see a city, actually: walk a little, stop for a glasssa and an appetizer, walk a little more, stop again . . . you get the picture.

Thursday morning, after that marathon 15-inning baseball game Wednesday night, we walked for a long time, mostly because I was navigating and Boston turns me upside-down, but finally we came across this sign, on Newberry Street:

Glass of Wine with Savory Chef's Taste? For $5? 
Yes please.

It was just exactly what I wanted . . .

. . . and ol' cheffie did not disappoint.

Slices of quesadilla, cheeses, bread and arugula salad?

Perfect.

Oh look! Me walking ahead of Mistah again!

Later in the day Mistah found a book shop . . .

. . . and *I* found a bar across the street. I settled in with a book and a glass of wine . . .

. . . and had a great view of the proceedings across the street.

It really was a very nice book shop . . .

. . . and it really was a very nice bar.

And then, well, we continued walking . . .

I started to finally figure out that ding-dong town, wherein when one wants to eat more good food and drink more good wine . . .

. . . one goes to the North End.

Yum . . .

. . . and yum . . .

. . . and yum.

Oh look! Another restaurant!

With more salad!

And insanely decadent lobster ravioli for my friend Mistah . . .

. . . and fabulous mussels for me.

There are a *lot* of photos of me looking like this in Boston.

And then, just like that, there was no more time for wine or food.

There was a last selfie to take . . .

. . . and a station to get to . . .

. . . and a train to catch.

But fear not; all is not lost:

Bar Car, baby.