I'm currently at the Boston Public Library where my time is limited (not surprising considering the ratio of computers to populace in this place). The "visit" actually began before I got off the bus. I was sitting in front of a young father who was pointing out the landmarks to his young daughter while the bus was making it's way toward South Station. The first thing that struck me was the architecture--squashed, but brightly colored despite the drab atmosphere. There was also a lot of construction going on which made everything uglier, post-apocalyptic even.
But once I got off, all bets were off on any planned itinerary. I ended up just wandering around aimlessly, snapping pictures, watching people, examining the very different surroundings. First I walked through Chinatown, which today, was not as crowded as one would expect. I think that's because it's not the tourist season. Afterwards I had lunch at this bagel sandwich place run by Hispanics which was right across a gigantic Borders (four stories tall, all filled with media) and watched pigeons perching on statues and flying off gilded roof-tops.
Thanks to Gina, I recognized Fanueil Hall when I bumped into it. Quite interesting!
It was then that I thought about looking for some place with internet access (just to let you know that I was okay) and after asking around (an amiable map seller, a raspy-voiced subway teller) I took the outbound green line to find the library. But it was not the library that I first saw when I emerged from the ground, but a church with a statue in front of it's founder, waving a sword with a cross behind him. Anyways, I'll have more impressions tomorrow when I get back to Hanover.
