My husband and I had planned a Boston walking tour on a lovely springlike day, but that day arrived yesterday, and we walked the ancient streets on one of the coldest days of the year, 5 degrees F with a wind chill of negative 15.
We scrambled through some shops in a chic Beacon Hill neighborhood looking for a scarf, and, like when Julia Roberts was turned away from Rodeo Drive, I had a Pretty Woman moment. The flimsy little $88 scarf I looked at didn’t meet my needs, and a shopkeeper pointed toward a cheaper neighborhood and suggested I shop in that direction. Actually, she was being helpful; we both knew I wouldn’t be buying an $88 scarf, no matter how cold it was out there.
I found a Boston Red Sox scarf in my target $12 range, and with apologies to my late father, a lifelong Yankees fan, I was geared up for the tour.
We joined a small group of Canadians to walk a section of the Freedom Trail under the enthusiastic and entertaining guidance of a PhD history candidate. She painted a lively picture of the Revolutionary years when our Founding Fathers drank morning, noon, and night and knew the best places to spark the resistance were in the taverns.
We learned an alternate take on history, one where the Boston Massacre didn’t go down as billed, but helped to foment revolution in a Colonial version of “fake news.”
I highly recommend “Ye Olde Tavern Tours,” which interspersed walking and talking with hitting some historically significant taverns. Fun, entertaining, and educational. Just maybe don’t book it on the coldest day of the year.