Boston Day 4
Today mama and papa decided to visit the Museum of Fine Arts and the Museum of Science again! I know that the MFA had pretty, old, and pretty old things in it and the MOS had lots of interactive exhibits. But… boring! Of all the rooms in those places, I only liked the nursing room and the Discovery Room respectively.
I enjoyed guiding my mule through Little Italy at the North End. Old men sunned themselves outside shops and talked animatedly. Mike’s Pastry was so colorful and smelled yummy. Mama bought biscotti and cannoli. Papa finished off a giant chocolate fudge cookie and listened to the Bostonians talk. One woman said “Get outta heah!” to a friend but I did not realize that she was not being literal. I got outta theah just in case.
We got around by taking the subway. It was quite fun but very noisy. Papa told me that Boston had the oldest subway in the U.S. and that it has been around since 1898. Wow, that is more than 100 years older than me! If I were that old, I would groan when I started and screech when I stopped too. Anyway, the trains on the Green Line stopped running today. We discovered why when we saw a derailed train from the bus. I had nothing to do with it!
Later in the evening, we examined the Holocaust Memorial. It consisted of six tall glass columns, each with one million serial numbers on it. Steam would rise up inside the columns from grates on the ground and there were twinkly lights at the bottom of the grates. Also on the glass were survivors’ descriptions of war atrocities. On the ground were the names of concentration camps and more descriptions of the Nazi atrocities. Papa said that when I become a world dictator, I cannot be a murderous maniacal megalomaniac. Who, me?
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