But those are photos for a different day.
The next morning, one gets to hits the streets of Boston again. One has to think about eventually making one's way to the train -- ultimately, one has to get home, after all -- but not for hours, and not until many more delights have been enjoyed.
Because in the morning? Newbury Street calls.
|Smoked salmon and poached eggs and home fries for MB and me . . .|
|. . . a cold meatloaf sandwich for Da Dowd.|
|. . . and an omelet for Mistah.|
|The fabulous Andrea served us. Is everyone who waits tables in Boston kind and nice and fun and lovely? |
Yes. Yes, everyone is.
|We are all four in this photo. That is just cool.|
|There is no shortage of cool spots to visit on an early Saturday afternoon in May . . .|
|. . . and we availed ourselves of many of them.|
|And . . . another lovely waitron. The adorable Ashley. And me.|
|Our selfies need a little work.|
|And . . . we're off. West on Boylston . . .|
|. . . toward Back Bay Station.|
|So much beautiful walking.|
|Good-bye lovely city. Thanks for all the fun.|
|Oh, hello Amtrak!|
|We had a Time on the Amtrak.|
|We studied the story of our baseball game in the Globe . . .|
|And yakked with our neighbors . . .|
|. . . on their way back to Philadelphia . . .|
|. . . and gazed out the window, at the lovely scenery.|
And then . . .
|. . . we crossed the Thames River into our good ol' home town.|
Good-bye Boston . . .
Hello New London.