During a weekend getaway to Massachusetts, a coincidence happened: We passed a church and street named for St. Botolph, and I realized I wasn’t familiar with that saint at all. A little Googling revealed he is the patron saint of travel and the city of Boston (among other things!) and also, his feast day is June 17, the same week we were there! I dedicate this travel to Boston to Saint Botolph.
No disrespect to the places I’m about to name. We were tourists for sure. And yet it’s a point of pride that we had a range of adventures, but didn’t go to Fenway Park or the Freedom Trail once:
Began with two farmers markets in the Jamaica Plain area. One featured a darning/sewing/patching circle! One had a DJ and everyone danced for hours:
Caught a glimpse of someone’s greens just overflowing from their farm market bag, while a wooden tulip decoration was in view:
Observed this scene while we grabbed sandwiches on the BEST bread, While we waited for our order, at least two sets of friends accidentally spotted one another inside and started catching up. Everyone around us was reconnecting, it seemed.
Other stops include the Sam Adams brewery tour:
And a fancy, DELISH dinner in Southie: