Kickball, (or soccer baseball as we called it in our neighborhood), why is this not a more popular sport..?
Beech trees are famous for their smooth bark, ideal for carving names and loves. This one has seen many.
In the corner of the common by the statehouse, the sunbathers were transplanted by protesters and rallyers with various causes, from Tibetan freedom to help for children of war-ravaged areas of Africa.
What looked like a martial arts exhibit was actually a Brazilian art form called Chuvisco, which combines dancing with martial arts moves. It looks like fighting, but no contact is made.
On towards Quincy Market and the waterfront, we stopped for a look at a street dancing troop that was wowing the crowds...
Then a quick walk among giants of the past...
...to the famed Quincy Market/Fanueil Hall area.
The smells of delicious foods of every kind permeate the air inside and outside the venerable old building.
Outside, everywhere, people dining...
...people spectating....
...people playing music...
...people performing.
We crossed the long park where the 15 Billion dollar Big Dig project replaced the elevated highway that used to cut straight through the middle of the city...
And headed to the relatively more peaceful waterfront, where we managed to catch the last rays of sun being chased by the shadows into the harbor.
It was a long day and with the sunset, Bloggerette began to sound the alarm; time to begin making our way back...
Boston is great for it's preservation of historic 18th century buildings and history, most now immersed in a forest of 20th century skyscrapers.
In 1770, right in front of the old statehouse, occurred the slaying of 5 rioting Bostonians by surrounded and panicky British soldiers; an event publicized as the 'Boston Massacre' by rabble rouser Sam Adams and the Sons of Liberty, to stoke anti-British sentiment...
Just over six years later, the Declaration of Independence was jubilantly proclaimed from that very balcony...
Back on the common, the rallyers were still rallying into the evening.
There's nothing like an occasional visit to a huge city, they're man-made wonders.
...and I always come back with a fresh perspective on life in our relatively simpler, peaceful valley...
Boston is beautiful, especially in the Springtime.
4 comments:
I was there on Friday and Today, (Sunday) it was just so beautiful out. Last time I was in Boston it was dreary and crappy, but when I got in Friday, the grass was green and the trees were blooming, it was gorgeous.
Great photos of Boston at dusk.
Makes me almost miss being in the city, even though I'm thoroughly enjoying the beauties of the country (and, of course, the plentitude of ice creameries in the area).
If I ever traded western mass for the city, It'd probably be Boston...
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