Boston, the shining light of New England. Thumping with art, culture, history and a wicked amount of people saying “wicked”.
Let me do the HarborWalk; take my time wandering around to see the habah- sorry, harbour… the buildings and the sculptures passing me by. Walk up Newbury Street, down Charles Street, finding my way to Boston Common and the Public Garden. Take me down Center Street to see the record shops and bookstores, the comic stores and rich restaurants serving Cuban, Ethiopian and Dominican. I want to walk down the tree-lined road of Commonwealth Avenue Mall and of course, Salem Street.
And, for something more hidden, take me to Belle Isle March Reservation to walk along the broadwalk, seeing all the flora and fauna at their best then look over to the Boston skyline.
Take me to Boston Public Market and eat so much cheese I turn into a mass of Parmesan. Take me to get some good fish – we are in New England after all – and have some fish n’ chips at The Druid amongst some wild decor. Maybe something a little different, we’ll go to Chinatown to Shojo, and after get some big, delicious-looking cream puffs from Beard Papa’s (any crust willed with vanilla custard will do me just nicely).
If I’m going to Massachusetts, I guess I better travel down to Quincy to the first ever Dunkin too.
Take me to see some museums, like the wonderful work at the Museum of Bad Art, The MFA, the Whydah Pirate Museum, see the beautiful Isabella Stewart Gardner Museum and the empty hanging frames of the artworks that were stolen.
Take me on the water to Fort Warren, to see the Lady in Black. Get macabre and see the book made of James Allen’s skin at the Boston Athenaeum, the fun skinny house built from pure sibling spite, or indulge the curiosity and drive up to Salem and step inside Count Orlok’s Nightmare Gallery.
Once I’ve spent all day and all night exploring Boston, let me stay and do it all over again tomorrow…