One day last winter, at the end of February, we jumped on the bus and went to Boston for the day. Our strategy to take an early bus down and the latest one back in the evening worked out perfectly and gave us a full day there. The bus ride, with terminal time is about an hour and a half each way. Still much faster than driving and parking and it was less expensive too. It also gave us tine to relax and plan our day without the stress of driving.
It had been a very snowy winter but still I was surprised that Boston still had so much on the ground. There was a couple of feet of snow in the common and walking through, we enjoyed watching the skaters’ escapades on the frozen over Frog Pond and the sledders merrily climbing up and sledding down the hills. It had a bit of an old-fashioned feel with most folks in long wool coats and scarves, with colorful hats and mittens. The air was nippy but the sun made the day very pleasant to walk around Boston in. Lazy snowflakes drifted down as we walked. We strolled through Boston Gardens and noted how all the statues looked so different in the snow. Tall white hats on each one!
Next we strolled up and down Beacon St., softened snow shoulders on all the old houses, standing knee-deep in white. We arrived at Cheers on Beacon St. in time for lunch, nearly the only patrons there at that time, and watched the world go by the windows for a while. I was a little disappointed they didn’t know my name but I got over it…
www,celebrate.com/attractions/.htmwww.celebrateAfter lunch, we headed over to the beautifully restored Paramount Theater and watched the Irish Play The Cripple of Inishmaan, by Martin McDonagh.
We were out of the theater by late afternoon and proceeded to Quincy Market, just as freezing rain began to fall. Suddenly, all local foot traffic seemed to cease. The going became tricky but we were determined to finish our outing. We half skated to the waterfront district and browsed through the quaint shops at Faneuil Hall, with almost no one else in sight. It was a bit Twilight Zonish…
When darkness fell, we decided to eat at nearby Durgin Park where neither of us had been since our childhoods. My memories were only that the cornbread was amazingly delicious and the waitresses were scary! We ate in a dining room with only one other party. I guess the weather was keeping people at home. We took our time over dinner, which was incredibly tasty. The helpings were huge and couldn’t be finished. The corn bread was as wonderful as I’d remembered and the waitresses were just as fresh!
We finally emerged from Durgin Park, into a world transformed. All was the dark of winter evening with only the small white lights hung all about the marketplace reflecting on all the surfaces. A coat of ice, like crystal, coated every tree and building. Unfortunately, it also coated all the cobblestones. It was such a still evening except for the sound of the rain, with everything glittering like magic. We slid all the way back to the bus terminal, laughing like school children, encountering hardly another hardy soul.
Our return bus trip to NH was like being transported in a warm cocoon, back to reality. It was as if we’d glimpsed a bit of wonderland that day. A great ‘Boston in winter’ memory.