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  • We board the bus that says 'Boston'. We ride 'shotgun' on a double-dekker. Takes me back to the time I lived in London back in the 80's.
    We have a great view from the top deck.
    Drab high-rises, like disapproving sentinels, turn their gaze from us as we speed through the Bronx and leave New York behind us. The suburbs fall away, we enter Connecticut, and the concrete ribbon before us snakes through miles and miles of woodlands; our first New England big-N-nature.

    We touch down at South Station, catch a 'T' to Weymouth Landing, where my sister is waiting to meet us.

    It's great to be with famliy; family I don't get to see very often. We catch up, eat home-cooked food and take a long rest after our intensive trip to New York.
    The first couple of days we don't get much further than the back porch, bar a trip to the grooming studio, where Patch, the family dog, goes to get his nails done.
  • My niece is studying at university in West Massachusetts. We would like to visit her on campus, and my sister offers to drive us there. We jump in the car, drive down there, and meet my niece. She shows us around the campus, filling us in on college life. She's enjoying being away from home. Finding her way, spreading her wings. We have lunch together, say good-bye and we drive back. A four-hour drive, round trip. Welcome to America ( now, I did want my very own American road movie, didn't I?).
  • Boston is a beautiful mix of old and new, and size wise would be quite easy to handle, but we are just to exhausted after New York. We allow ourselves one day in the birth place of American Independance, and take the Freedom Trail, which takes us past the most important historical locations.
    We take a break outside Faneuil Hall, originally an old market, now a food emporium.

    Suddenly I'm carried back in time as Boston's historic past comes to life before me here in Quincy Market, or so it seems...
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