Sunday, Sept. 22 Boston

Another plane trip to add a notch to the old suitcase handle.  St. Louis to Charlotte, NC and on to Boston.  Logan airport (BOS) is enormous - both in size and number of airlines.  The shuttle driver started listing airline names, and it seemed like one of those endless scrolls people use for a joke at the beginning of a speech.

It was a beautiful day, so we sailed across Boston Harbor in a water taxi.  We got the "I'm glad you weren't here yesterday!" story and we agreed.

The room at our hotel is wonderful (thanks to Mark and Jewel for the recommendation).  We are in downtown and in walking distance of many of the sights we plan to see. Harborside Inn 


 Since our stomachs said it was past lunch and our clock said early dinner, we dined a few blocks from the hotel, following the recommendation of our water taxi pilot for Durgin-Park. He knew his restaurant.

Boston Harbor in the background

A two hour walk around the harbor led us back to one of Boston's many Irish pubs.  We were looking for some Murphy's Irish Ale.  They just had Smithwick's, an admirable substitute.