The Thin Red Line

Follow the red brick line through Boston and you will reach the sugarcane palace where the wise wizard awaits paitently.

That's (more or less) what Jenine and I did yesterday. We toured downtown Boston by following the "Freedom Trail", a remarkably erratic red line that twists and turns its way through the hot-spots of downtown. From some old church to an old goverment building to another old church, the fun never stops.

Seriously though we had lots of fun, mostly because we were able to explore without actually getting lost as is our usual habit. If we took a wrong turn because some sweet delicacy was being vended most aromatically just around the corner, we could always run back to the safety of the red line and familiar territory.

We enjoyed italian ice that made our hands sticky, suckled sweet roasted peanuts, and finally stopped to watch street performers peddle their empty change bucket at the crowd.

That evening we saw Greece: Secrets of the Past at the Museum of Science's Omni theatre, where Leonard Nimoy sang, in 10-D sound, "Who put the ram in the ram-a-lam-a-ding-dong?" Following the relatively uninformative but visually beautiful film, we walked around Little Italy and past approximately two hundred fancy-pants Italian restaurants until we found Spagnuola's, a hole-in-the-wall Italian eatery which served the occassion well. After that it was time for wine and episodes of an old British comedy called Bottom, which is about two single guys utterly desperate to catch women, er, I mean birds.


Bottom


Some birds