Saturday, August 07, 2004

Christina's birthday and more Boston discoveries

Today is Christina's birthday. Due to the hectic nature of the last few weeks, it kind of snuck up on me, so I had to scramble a bit to get all the necessary bits in place -- a present for her, "itinerary" for the day etc, but it all worked out in the end. I'd say it actually worked out better than her past 2 birthdays, which, for various reasons, ran into certain, uhm, complications.

Disovery of the day: Haymarket. It's a big outdoor produce and fruit market with insanely low prices: 6 apples for $1, 14 plums for $1, a big box of strawberries for $1 ... you get the idea. That's a good 2-3 times cheaper than any supermarket I've ever been in. And Haymarket is really easy to get to via public transportation from our place so we're definitely going to be shopping there for fruits and produce.

We also walked around Boston's North End a bit, which is the Italian section but also has some parts of the Freedom Trail ["300 years of history in 2 miles", or something like that] like the Paul Revere House. The Paul Revere house [which we didn't actually go into] led to me revealing just how little US history I know -- the conversation went something like:

Me: "Who was Paul Revere again ?"
C: "He was the guy that told the colonists the British were coming to kick their ass"
Me: "Why were the British coming, because the colonists had declared their independence ?"
C: "No, because the colonists were refusing to pay their taxes"
Me: "What taxes ?"
... and so on in that vein.

There was also a guy trying to make money by playing what was supposed to be Italian music on an accordion; the only problem was that he basically played the same 3-4 chords over and over again [I think those chords were from the bit in "The Godfather" where Michael Corleone has fled to Sicily and is walking through the fields with his 2 bodyguards, just before he meets the young girl he marries there], so it wasn't much of a musical performance. He was playing those chords when we walked past him into the North End and was still playing them when we walked back out, 30 minutes later. I wonder how he manages to keep from going crazy; maybe the same way that people who do repetitive assembly-line work keep themselves sane [though I'm not sure what that is].


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