Daughter Karen flew up for Thanksgiving. We picked her up at Manchester airport and 9:45 in the morning, and seeing as how Manchester is better than half way to Boston, we pressed on the to big city. I93 was still under construction south of Manchester and little progress was to be seen. The plan is to widen it to 6 lanes to handle the morning commuter rush. The state highway department has been whining about lack of money.
We did Quincy Market. Took I93 right over fancy bridge and got off underground and came up right at the entrance to a parking garage. I had looked for that exit on Google maps without success, I was pretty sure it was there, but not finding it on Google was a surprise. The garage was $35 for any stay over 80 minutes. Ouch. But we are tourists from NH now, rather than the wily locals that we used to be.
Quincy was full of pedestrians, not too full, and on a fine sunny Saturday. The central food court is as good as ever and all the storefronts are rented out and doing business. No boarded up shop windows. The Big Dig is fully dug and the rusty old central artery is gone, and Boston now has a beautiful green park running right thru downtown and the financial district. It ought to be nice, it cost taxpayers plenty.
Shopping is OK, but most of the shops are clothing stores, less than interesting to the male of the species. No book stores, no gadget stores. They did have a Newbury Comics store at which we found a new model Tarzan comic. Cover art shows Tarzan, in his customary garb (loincloth) but with a Thompson sub machine gun tucked under his arm. This is revolutionary for Tarzan. Tarzan never used firearms. He specialized in lying on a tree branch, waiting for Numa the lion to pass beneath, at which point Tarzan would drop onto the lion's back and stab it to death with his long hunting knife, inherited from his long dead father. Needless to say we bought it.