Over Christmas break, Tennyson got to see Boston for the first time. We took a day trip down to the city for a private tour we had scheduled. But we’ll talk more about that later.
First, here is a picture of us by the ice sculpture in front of the aquarium. We didn’t actually go into the aquarium, but we took a picture there anyway.
As you can see, we are all bundled up. It was a cold day. Tennyson was a trooper. He loved being in the baby bjorn and looking at everything the city had to offer.
Before our tour, we spent some time at Quincy Market looking through the shops and admiring the giant Christmas tree they had out.
The tour was awesome. We walked around and learned about the history of Christmas in Boston. Tennyson slept through half of the tour and spent the other half taking in all the tour guide had to say. Here are just a few of the sites we saw. The one that looks like a street is the site of the Boston Massacre… there is a marking for it underneath the snow. We also stopped by the Old North Church, Faneuil Hall, and the Capital.
At the end of our tour, we stopped at the Parker House for some Boston cream pie. The Parker House is where this dessert was actually invented. We forgot to take a picture of the dessert, we were so busy devouring it. So I found one online for you so everyone can see how amazing it looks.
It was the best Boston cream pie I have ever had in my life. We also got some hot chocolate that was out of this world.
After our tummies were full, we went to see the room Charles Dickens stayed at when he lived at the hotel. There is also a mirror there that people say if you stare in long and hard enough, Dickens will appear. So we took a ghostly picture.
Dickens never appeared.
Our last stop in Boston was for dinner at Durgin-Park. I had to go steal another picture online to show you what you should be jealous of. We had amazing prime rib. I also had a bit of some real Boston baked beans.
Once our tummies were full again, we set off for New Hampshire. What a great day!!
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