Day 13

Our last day in Boston before moving onto Chicago. We went down Charles street to check out the antique shops for a souvenir for my brother Matt, but found that all of them were closed.

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Except for one.

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There were so many amazing things in there, especially china vases and plates. Even some beer steins.

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A sign for the Boston Pops/4th of July fireworks celebration we encountered the other day.

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The shell, where the Boston Pops play.

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The Harbour and the surrounding park land is really quite peaceful. We sat for a while and watched the boats before leaving for Logan Airport.

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This was a really cool statue of Arthur Fiedler, the most popular conductor of the Boston orchestra who created the popularisation of orchestral music in the Boston area, leading to what is now known as the Boston Pops. The statue is made from multiple sheets of metal of varying thickness and sizes.

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Logan Airport, waiting for our flight. The stuff up with United Airlines’ systems didn’t effect us as much as the news stations would have had us believe, luckily, and we were on our way to Chicago pretty quickly.

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After a surprisingly quick flight, thanks to Sylvia Plath and her igenious writing skills (I’m currently reading ‘The Bell Jar’, and it’s incredible), we were at O’Hare Airport, which is huge. The train system in Chicago is amazing and runs right to the airport. Melbourne really needs to get its act into gear and build something like this, because this is just awesome.

We soon arrived at our apartment, which is huge! It’s two floors and I finally have my own room with a double bed again. After the crammed apartment we had in Boston, this is a nice, refreshing change.

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We went to a local restaurant for dinner, a Polish restaurant since Matt is going to Krakow on exchange later in the year, and it was really cool if not like being served by your best friends grandma, so you really didn’t want to dissappoint. Mum wanted to take some photos, but thought that the old Polish lady would takee offense, that’s what the atmosphere was like. The tables were covered in floral patterns and lace and then coated in plastic and the wholee place was littered with decorations of their native country, Poland. It was an amazing place to eat, with really great food and atmosphere. Definitely the type of unique and homely cooking you can only get from this kind of obscure neighbourhood. So far, loving it.