No ... The beer comes later.
Actually we wound up an Panera. I know ... We come all the way to Boston for a bagel at Panera. But hey ... it was a quick stop ... and plus I had to find a bathroom.
Ready for a little TMI? Our toilet in the room is about the size of teacup. A full size man (like yours truly) can't even ... Well let's just say that I'm not sure how a person who is 4'10" fits on it.
"Ain't got your code?" One of the Panera housekeepers asked.
"I'm ... I must have thrown it ..."
"Thank you so much. I really ..." He was gone.
Deb and I hit the trail looking for our next adventure. So much stuff to see in 90 degree heat with a 60% chance of rain.
"Hey! How about a bus tour?" I said to Debbie. She stopped dead in her tracks. It took her a minute or so to regain consciousness.
"Wait. Are you My husband? Are you asking to take a tour? You hate tours!"
"I know. But it's hot as hell and the sky is turning black."
I noticed that Paul Revere, Ben Franklin, and most of the presidents were buried in each one. Ben Franklin slept around a lot so possibly his body parts were scattered.
The driver said they just repolished and replated the gold and silver ornaments of the building and placed a round brick paver below the balcony to mark where the Boston Massacre happened. (During the reading of the Declaration? I got confused on this point).
The driver said every time one was built, people left and moved on. Not sure why but perhaps they kept moving so they didn't get too chummy with the neighbors. The other thing that seemed commonplace was hangings for important stuff like gossiping or taking a sheep to the school dance.
Tonight we head to the North End and a cool Italian restaurant named Limoncello.