Boston on Halloween

I have massive amounts of notes of inspiration from this brief trip to Boston but I will sum up my experiences as much as I can.
This city encompasses aspects of almost all the cities I've visited and loved. I always get a nostalgic rush when passing the warm musty metallic smell coming up from the subway entrances, beckoning you out of the cold and to venture off to anywhere in the city. The towering industrial buildings butt up against the strong remaining buildings from the founding days with a mix of pavement and uneven cobblestone roads to venture across. Smells of roasting nuts and sounds of musicians weathering the cold in hopes for a few donations fill the air of the alleys and streets. I would go so far as to claim the people there are nicest, and funniest, of any place I've visited. They absolutely love their city and jumped at the chance to either show us around, recommend places to go, or talk for hours about anything. Quick-witted bartenders and waitresses would slip in jokes to every drink order or conversation, never upset they were working late in short numbers. If politics were brought up, it was in a lighthearted manner. The weather was not so light-hearted, particularly when night fell shortly before 6pm. At one point I had on almost every item of clothing I packed!
We spent Halloween wondering the city, coming across a haunted history trolley tour, which took us to various graveyards, up and down hills filled with kids and adults in costume running around on the cobblestone streets. Hayley and I started out at the Beantown Pub across the street from an old cemetary and the church where Paul Revere saw the lights "One if by land, Two if by sea", meeting individuals from all over, from New Orleans to Ireland. The next day we spent in Salem, what I refer to now as the Roswell of the Northeast, but witch-themed. Tacky signs covered the old somber buildings, converted into 'haunted houses' while street musicians played salsa tunes. It was morbid... sitting in the graveyard with hedgestones dating from the early 1700s drinking my coffee and eating kettlecorn, watching children dressed in witch and wizard costumes running through the place of rest. Halloween was not a good time to visit Salem, I concluded. I explored Chinatown briefly, but it wasn't quite the spectacle I was expecting. However Little Italy was gorgeous and we had some of the best canole, tiramisu, and coffee ever. The locals there were... most that just friendly... Ahhh Boston for a weekend, times to remember indeed!

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