I just got back from a few days in Boston, the dual purpose of the trip being to get out of muggy NYC and to attend a Red Sox game. No, I’m not the sports enthusiast (by any stretch of the imagination) but my husband is a Boston native, so there you have it. He, like the rest of the city, is a die hard fan. I’ve never seen so much Red Sox paraphernalia in my life! It seemed like the city was papered with the logo because by my count, about 50% of the population, babies and all, was wearing a Red Sox product. That franchise must be minting money.
But, as luck would have it, we attended their worst game of the season so far. It was against the St. Louis Cardinals and it was over in the first inning. It was a beautiful summer weekend however, and the sights (and great restaurants too) offered no small consolation. The Public Garden, pictured here is always a delight to meander through. Little bit of trivia: established in 1837 on the site of a salt marsh, the Boston Public Garden is the first botanical garden in the US.
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