Day 7 we left New Hampshire. Sigh.
It was a nice drive down to the Boston area, and thanks again to Ed for driving us. We set out at a decent time of the morning, enabling us to stop in Lawrence, an outer Boston suburb, so that Conrad could visit a museum there and see a specific piece on exhibit. The Lawrence Heritage State Park was a nice stop en route, I have to admit. A fine little museum about the industrial history of the city including labour strife, disaster, and the growing presence and influence of a Latino community.
And, sorry, but the person staffing the park welcome desk was a friendly and handsome mature guy. Sue me, I'm gay! ;-)
It wasn't long after that that we arrived at our hotel in the Seaport area of Boston. I hadn't been in Boston in ten years, and the last time I was there, the Seaport area was rather less developed. I'd had to stay out that way for a conference at the new (at the time) convention center. This time I chose it because it is relatively easy to get from there to the airport across the water.
We were able to check in right away,
then we took Ed for lunch nearby (mocktail, shrimp tacos)
before sending him on his way home to Rhode Island. We spent the rest of the afternoon napping (not pictured) and strolling around the area a little.
Such beautiful spring weather!
I was excited for dinner. No, not for the food, but for the company.
I first got to know Robert ages ago, I think it was on Flickr. We met once for dinner back on my last trip to Boston in 2016 (I had a cassoulet that was nowhere near as good as what I would have at Yoshi's), and I'd looked forward to another chance to meet again. Oddly enough, we were both in Palm Springs last month at the same time but not realizing it. We almost missed the chance to have dinner in Boston - Robert was booked to be in Hawaii on vacation. However, the torrential rains that Hawaii has received in recent times had him reconsider, and that meant he was in town and free for dinner.
Yay! Conrad got to meet him, too, which was a bonus.
We met up at Woods Hill Pier 4 not far from the hotel, a nice little walk. Robert was already enjoying a drink when we got there, and we soon joined him in that pursuit once seated. The dinner was good, and I liked the food, but the only thing that stuck with me was the salt-roasted celery root. The star of the meal. Everything else was great, though.
I confess, after a week of dining out and drinking, I was looking forward to getting home and maybe trying a little more of a regular diet again.
Anyway, a lovely dinner. Robert is a character, and that is a compliment. Stylish, a raconteur. It was fun conversation.
We walked him partway to where he could get transit
then headed the other way back to our hotel. There was no rush for us the next morning, so we knew we could wind down and sleep as late as we liked.






































































