Hanging in Boston


After exchanging the worlds biggest airport rental vehicle for a slightly smaller cousin from inside the town (who would have thought Boston in the fall would be this crazy?) we’re in the Union Oyster House where my wife is getting her oyster fix.
I’m still searching out my Irish Pub, which is where we’ll be next.

Aaand we managed to land at the Black Rose (Roisin Dubh) for dinner. So darned good!