Anyone who knows me knows I love taking photographs of plants and wildlife, love spending time in open spaces and just enjoying what the world has to offer. So it seemed quite fitting that our first morning in Boston was spent at Boston Common, the start of the Freedom Trail. It was a beautiful Sunday morning, the sun was shining and the squirrels were out to trip me up. They had no fear and stood there hardly moving as I walked past. Loved to see the numerous dogs out for a walk with their owners and even one cat on a lead - nearly came a cropper when his owner, a little girl, let go of his lead and off he went scampering. I wish I could have taken a photo of him. Felix, our little cat at home, would never let you put a lead on him, never mind taking him for a walk in the park with all those dogs walking past.
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| Swan tours of the lake |
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| George Washington memorial |
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| Mrs Mallard and her ducklings. |
Now we started walking the "Freedom Trail"with the Massachusetts State House with its dome of 23 carat gold gleaming in the summer sun. I loved how there was a clearly defined red route of bricks to follow to find your way along the trail. The State House was closed but looked very impressive. Next stop was the graveyard where a number of famous characters from Boston history are buried. We came across Paul Revere, who rode across to Lexington to warn of the advancing British troops and their plans to arrest Samuel Adams. The only problem with doing this on a Sunday was that many of the churches on the trail were in use with their own congregations.
Another stop we made on our tour was the museum at the Old State House which gave a detailed review of the history and expansion of Boston. Really enjoyed looking around there and seeing all the various treasures of the past.
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| Old State House |
I know that many Irishmen and women fled to the USA as a result of the potato famine and it was interesting to see the commemorative statues remembering this event in history.
A reminder I suppose of my own Irish roots, although my own Irish family were very much rooted in the Emerald Isle.
The heat finally got to us as we advanced into the Italian sector of Boston and the queue at Paul Revere's house was just too much, so much so that we called it a day and went off in search of something to eat. We decided that a slice of cheesecake was needed and we might as well enjoy a meal at the "Cheesecake factory". You will pleased to know that after eating our meal we thought the best plan would be to bring the cheesecake home to enjoy later............ pictures will be available before consumption.....
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