Boston Monday included Mt. Auburn Cemetery, the first cemetery in the country designed by a landscape architect (my boyfriend, Olmstead). To say that it was beautiful would be a profound understatement. I could have spent the whole day there.
But we pressed forward, into Boston. We found fortunate parking, right on the water, and just started wandering. We wandered long enough and far enough to need slurpiees, see a bum-fight, find a splash fountain, locate a mall, and almost make Tyson miss his train home. Luckily he caught it. We were less lucky with some clam chowder in a bread bowl, but, I figure, this is Boston: the perfect clam chowder will find us.