NWP 40. Betsy’s

24-Sept-24 Boston, Massachusetts

Looking through the photos I took of my time in Falmouth in September 2007, realise I stayed in the same room now. No wonder it felt familiar.

As in September 2007, brunch is at Betsy’s Diner. Back then I was served by a young girl dolled up in 1950s style dress. Black permed hair. And bright red lipstick. Exactly like Betty Boop. A memorable image.

Back then it was a Sunday morning. And promised myself I would return. Had a nice vibe.

And it still does. And nothing much has changed since 2007. Typical traditional diner.

Corned beef hash. Two fried eggs. On an English muffin. Homefries. With a dash of hot chilli sauce. And a few brews. Sets you up for the day. And very happy memories from visiting Falmouth previously.

I will return again, dear reader. It’s that sort of place.

Having decided to drive to Hyannis to visit the JFK museum have a change of heart. Traffic is a nightmare and slow going. So turn off and re-route to the main highway. And head to Boston. The final stop of the trip. Boo.

Have always wanted to go to Harvard. But my plan to park car and have a wander around the campus is stymied by a significant lack of parking. Will do it tomorrow.

Dropping car off at Hertz the shuttle bus drops me off at Terminal E. Recce for Thursday’s departure. Thankfully there’s a Fast Track lane for Business & First travellers. Unlike LAX where you have to queue. And queue. With all the others.

Booked into the Hilton airport hotel and my plan of spending a few hours in Boston is somewhat curtailed by an afternoon nap. I didn’t mean to, dear reader. I just lay on bed to stretch out after driving for a few hours. And. Well. You know. Just dozed off. Like you do.

But make the effort for dinner. And an Uber to North End. Little Italy in effect. Lots of Italian restaurants. And an immediate impression that this is a nice chilled out place. Warm evening and people sitting out at various pavement cafes.

There’s a nice buzz here.