“Don’t drive in Boston.”
That was the most frequent piece of advice we got before heading to the Northeast. Thing is, we didn’t have a vehicle while we there anyway. A family friend who lives in Boston, let us borrow his mini van to drive from Manchester, N.H., where we flew into, to and around Maine. We then drove from Ellsworth, Maine, to Boston, where our friend, affectionately called Uncle Steve, picked up his van. We spent three nights in Boston and didn’t need a vehicle until we called a taxi to take us and all our bags to the airport.
We were less than 5 miles from Logan International Airport, but the Charles River was between us. Plus, look at all that luggage we had: two kids, a double stroller, a car seat, four suitcases, four duffel bags, and six carry-on bags.
Google Maps was our friend in Boston. The walking directions we looked up on my iPhone got us everywhere we wanted to go …
And by Paul Revere‘s house.
And, of course, to Mrs. Mallard and her eight ducklings — Jack, Kack, Lack, Mack, Nack, Ouack, Pack, and Quack. My kids, only one of whom actually knows Robert McCloskey’s “Make Way for Ducklings” — loved the duck statues.
And by many buildings, including this one where Denny Crane and his crew pretended to have their law offices on “Boston Legal.”
And right by a movie being filmed. And, unfortunately, I did not see Ryan Reynolds anywhere.
I’ve been blogging about our vacation to the Northeast as I have time. You can read about our time in Maine and look at plenty of pictures. There’s at least one more post to come, but until then you can read the Boston posts and look at Beantown pictures.
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