In the morning mum and I set off to Nordstrom Rack to find some discount jackets. This is our bounty:
Seriously, they were so cheap for such nice jackets!
Being our lazy Boston selves, we sat around watching Netflix and doing nothing until my brother Matt and his friend Sam (who also happened to be in Boston) got back from their brewery tour. We took the train to Alewife. Alewife. What a strange and historic place Boston must be to have a place called ‘Alewife’. Apparently it is named after a fish which was in turn named after women in medieval England who made ale.
Anyway, we got off at Harvard to go and look for ourselves at the prestigious campus.
This, is Harvard.
(Apparently if you touch this guys shoe, he bestows you with infinite brain power and smarts. Also, apparently some of the people who attend Harvard play a drinking game in which they see who can pee on the staues foot first. Oh, those lucky tourists.)
All these old buildings may ooze history and authority, but the campus itself doesn’t really ooze airconditioning (and Boston gets humid!). To be honest, I feel institutions like Harvard are out-dated and are lasting only in name and the types of people that name still draws in. Younger institutuions are growing.
And this, is Harvard Square. A very nice place that reminds me of a quaint little village (wow, I’m using the word quaint a lot for Boston, aren’t I?).
After a good dinner in Harvard Square, we went to Mike’s Pastry, not only because they have the same name as my dad (he actually asked if he could get a discount, like he does at every pastry shop. That was a really bad pun…). But in all seriousness, they have the best canollis and macaroons around.
The food here is seriously amazing, as are the buildings and the history. It feels like the whole city is stuck in the 80’s (the 1980’s, not the 1880’s, which gives a really nice pace and vibe to the city).