Nope. No Nathaniel Hawthorne here. Or was that the other guy. Henry… Henry James. Ya, that’s the guy.

No plans for the day. U checked out a few local eateries for tonight and grabbed an inbound train.

And then it broke.

The offloaded the lot of us at Cowley and said catch a shuttle bus to Park. Right. Catch a bus. Along with fifty zillion others. I started walking east. Commonwealth Avenue has a great path/park down the middle of it so off I went. At some point u decided to turn south to see if I could reboard but while I found the closed Boston Public Library, I also found the closed Copley Station. Seems I would have to walk to Park.

Down the street, across the Public Gardens, and through Boston Common. I stopped in at the Visitor Center there for a better map and asked about the Aquarium and the other art museum. Initially I thought Aquarium but abandoned it for a better transit plan.

Down a few narrow streets and I found the Orange line. One stop to South Station and I went looking for the Silver Line. I couldn’t find it. The reason I couldn’t find it was I found out (after I enquired) that the silver line was a bus. An underground bus. A bus… That drives through underground tunnels. Like a train, but a bus. Underground.

Weird.

 

One more quick ride and I was in South Boston and the Seaport District that is undergoing renovation and revitalization. Which made finding the museum a bit problematic at first but eventually the signage pointed out pedestrian pathways and I arrived.

Today is the Fiber Sculpture 1960-Present show at the ICA (Institute of Contemporary Art) featuring artists like Sherri Smith, Kay Sekimachi and others. C you would love this. You really need to get that loom weaving. I did a couple galleries and then rested my feet watching short films about the artists in this awesome cantilevered galleria overlooking the harbour.

One other artist of note was Beryl Korot who originally worked in digital and video media. Later in her career she took up weaving and realized the synergies between digital and woven forms.

And then I bought the t-shirt.

Heading back I decided to walk the perimeter of Fan Pier. Apparently an old rail yard, the various Spurs arranged in a fan shape out toward the harbour. Across an old rusty bridge soft of converted to pedestrian traffic and back towards the aquarium.

But by the time I arrived it had lost its allure. I meandered into the market area I had transitioned yesterday and decided on a pint in an old Irish pub with a moderate tourist factor. Hmmm. 3 o’clock. I wonder if I can stretch this? I wonder if the train is running yet?

On the way back I passed through Faneull Hall, an old Boston meeting hall where apparently lots of Independence stuff occurred. Then down into Haymarket on on the Green C to head home.

Thai for dinner and then a movie (on Netflix).