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Nothing nicer than a nice Cappuccino in a very Italian
Cafe. |
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oh, and a nice gooey piece of chocolate cake... |
| The Boston stone was long thought to be the centre of the
old city. In reality, it was put there by an enterprising landlord in the
19th century and was previously used for grinding pigments for an artist.
Quite. |
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A touch of the Greenwich village of
Manhattan
about this shot. |
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There's something thoroughly American about those amazing
trucks. |
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I want one! Well, I'd settle for a drive. |
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Back to our tour. We're in the land of Paul
Revere and all his talents. The name Baker strikes a chord with this old
Englander, though.
He was a silversmith, watchmaker and
engraver but above all, a patriot. Check out
this
link for an entertaining flash presentation about the man and what made him
famous.
Then come back! |
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Ye olde Paul Revere Gifte Shoppe. |
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This is the famous New North Church with its lantern, or
cupola added a century later by Bullfinch.
Here, on April 18th 1775, sexton Robert Newman, following
Revere's orders, lit two lanterns to warn that the British were coming by
water to rout out the patriots.
I am happy to provide extra information by an ex pat of
Boston:
'In point of historical fact, it cannot be proven that Old North (or Christ
Church) was the church Revere used at all. I suspect it was what was even
then called Old North (which was in the cobble where his house is).'
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It is beautiful inside, but you should also know that
the famous tower was re-built in 1955.
(When I was eleven!) |
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This plaque tells the story of the signal
lamps. All in the aim of paying less tax to the British taxman. Can't fault
the motives! |
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These small crosses commemorate the American
soldiers who have lost their lives in the war over Iraq.
They were seen near the Old North Church.
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Aaron Boardman was buried here on my birthday two hundred
years before I was born; if you see what I mean. |
This is the Copp's Hill burying ground. The prettiest in
Boston,
but no famous people here. |
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Here's a clue to the type of tree growing in the
graveyard. The trail continues over
the Charlestown bridge; not the prettiest I've ever seen. |
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Once over into Charlestown, we get a glimpse
of the USS Constitution. |
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Just a piece of wall art. |
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and thar she blows! Well, sits. No, floats; and we were
told she still sails with crew every year.
We join a queue, sorry, a line. |
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