Sunny Weekend

This weekend it has been kicking the ass of 75 degrees farenheit here in Boston. That's a good bit over 20 degrees in normal. That's quite a difference from the diluvian weather of last weekend. To honour the occasion we ditched the bulky footmuff from the buggy, Zoe donned her snappy new sunhat, and we hit the Esplanade.




The fat Americans of British imaginings do not really exist here in Boston. None of their food appears to contain any fat or real sugar, and when they aren't watching sport they are jogging, cycling or engaging in some form of physical activity (see the bonkers yoga bunnies below; sore was the temptation to sneak up on the one on the left and tip her off the pontoon). Those bloody runners in particular are always clogging the pavements of Charles Street, curse them, and on Saturday the banks of the Charles were heaving with them.




We managed to escape from the runners and get a bite to eat at a lovely little Italian cafe on Charles Street, opposite De Luca's market (apparently Martin Scorsese was once seen there squeezing Leonardo di Caprio's avocados).





You'll see in the picture above a t-shirt that Eamon bought in Old Navy last weekend. I guess he just liked the look of it and thought it made him look cool, but it actually turns out it's the University of Michigan logo. We found out because people kept coming up to him all day saying "Go Blue!" (not "F*** you!", as originally thought), assuming he was a Wolverine. Given how seriously Bostonians take their sport, and their quasi-religious devotion to their local teams, it's surprising he didn't get thrown into the Charles River for his treasonous dress-sense.

Today it has been just as sunny but slightly cooler. We went to the North End via Quincy Market and lunch at "Sam's Cafe", a truly horrendous homage to the sitcom Cheers located next to the Food Hall. We then followed the Freedom Trail back through the North End, stopping off at various landmarks entirely meaningless to European-educated folk, such as Paul Revere's House and the Old North Church. The North End is a very cool neighbourhood, full of Italian eateries and Irish pubs, so we'll have to go back and explore a bit more (perhaps less history next time & more eating at somewhere that doesn't have signed photos of Ted Danson on the wall).

The North End is also home to the TD Garden, the home of the legendary Boston Celtics and the slightly less legendary Boston Bruins.



Outside the ground were several t-shirt peddlers, although this time Eamon decided not to buy one, for fear of not knowing who he might be insulting by wearing one. Boston really is a town where they wear their hearts on their sleeves.