Saturday, December 31, 2005

 

Boston - Day 2

Bright and early the next day (2PM), we headed out to explore the city in daylight. We parked the car near the dim sum restaurant we had lunch, then walked around to Boston Crossing...looked at the animated winter scene in the Macy's window (Clip still being approved...stay tuned)...

...then we got some fried dough doused in sugar and cinnamon (that would prove to be my favourite thing to eat while walking around town), right here @ the top of the steps which leads to Faneuil Hall (it's hard to see the landmark grasshopper on top...but it's there).

Just behind Faneuil Hall is Quincy Market. It's hard to imagine patriots and angry mobs protesting around here. It's now full of commercial stores and restaurants on both sides. We stopped here long enough to buy a few New Year's necessities, warm up and take a cup of hot chocolate for the road.

Here's another view taken from the outdoor shopping mall's second level.

 

New Year's Eve @ Gypsy




Friday, December 30, 2005

 

Brrr...it's still cold here in Boston...

After a quick 5 hour drive through the snow covered adirondacks, we arrived to the snowless streets of Boston. Just 10 minutes from the place where we'd be staying, we had to take a much needed pit stop. We took the first parking spot open in front of BU's Sports Complex...where we would have our first (and last) stroke of good luck with parking. (The meter was out of order.)

Not even fully settled in their condo, our hosts took us out to a club called "Roxy." Interesting crowd, music much like what they play back in MTL...it kinda looked like DOME, but less trashy. The steps leading up to the club looked like you were in an opera house (chandeliers and all).

Jill was so set on meeting Asians (Filipinos mostly). We did, but they were all from OUT-of-town! A whole group of them, and only 2 were from Boston, the others were from San Fran, Vegas, Vancouver and T.O.! What was she expecting from a town that's over 80% caucasian?

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