I love Boston. The place oozes history and feels stately and important. And those accents! Love them. We finished our road trip with a few days in the city, soaking up the sunshine and enjoying excellent food. Dad booked us into the Harvard Club of Boston, another private club but slightly less fancy than the New York Athletics Club.

The best way to get a feel for Boston’s history is to take a Freedom Trail Tour. I did it back in 2010 but I was more than happy to do it again as the guides are excellent, entertaining and most importantly, are in costume:

This satisfies my bizarre wish that anyone in an historical town should be adorned in period dress.

This old cemetery in the centre of town is part of the tour. Some very important revolutionary figures are buried here.

After the tour my dad and stepmother made a beeline for the JFK Presidential Library & Museum while Andrew and I chose to head to back to Boston Common and explore the Public Gardens.

We stopped for lunch along the way and I grabbed my very first lobster roll. It was warm and buttery and delicious! Totally decadent and an eyewatering $22.50.

When in Boston!

Boston Common. This photo is completely unedited! How is that blossom?!

Everything in the Public Garden was bursting with life. From the flowers:

To the tiny ducklings!

This is so cute I’m dying

George Washington statue

Tulips ❤

Massachusetts State House

The Harvard Club of Boston is perfectly located on Commonwealth Avenue, a beautiful old wide street just a few over from Newbury Street which is bustling with restaurants, shops and bars. On our second last night we wandered down Commonwealth Ave to dinner as the sun was setting.

It was starting to get chilly but the tops of the buildings above the blossom trees were lit up in the fading light. It was so beautiful!

We made the silly mistake of not booking ahead, which meant waiting and then sitting outside. Luckily we were rugged up!

Puffer jackets all round

We dined at the Atlantic Fish Company and it wasn’t impressive. The food was ok but the way it came out, slopped into a bowl, was hideous. I didn’t even take a photo. The clam chowder wasn’t anything to write home about.

The next day Andrew and I took a tour at the Harpoon Brewery, which was excellent. They have an amazing collection of beers. Look at those colours!

The tour was really fun and informative, with all you can drink testers!

That evening was our final night all together and we ate in the Harvard Club dining room. The decor was pretty schmanzy!

I had the scallops, they were delicious but when I saw dad’s steak I had food envy.

Looks like a bit of a mess… Blame my iPhone camera

Dessert was a lemon meringue thingy, delish

The next morning we packed up our car hugged my dad and step-mum goodbye and drove an epic 10 hours from Boston to Hamilton, Ontario (in Canada!).

Thanks for a top-notch time New England.