And it was a beautiful day to be in Boston. There are lots of tulip beds in the Public Garden, and you know I had my camera with me (when do I not?).
Purple
Dark red, nice
Wait, one purple in a bed of yellow? Heads will roll!
Pink
Yellow with red stripes
Yum
Even white
Swan boats
And swans
(Want more flower pictures? I put the photos I took Sunday, at the Arboretum and in my friend's garden, up on Flickr, here. Lots of lilacs!)
I enjoy the contrasts of Boston architecture. Always look up!
And of course one of my favorite parts of Boston is near North Station, home of my Bruins. A promo Hummer:
Flaming logos on the hood, interesting
A trash-talking billboard for the current series:
Did you know the Garden is right next to the highway?
Yes, I'm in the right place.
The signs are everywhere. Tuukka:
My boy Patrice:
Indeed, the signs are everywhere.
You can disregard the green signs. I did.
I feel so at home here.
Now, no trip is complete without a swing through the Pro Shop. There's a surprising amount of green merchandise for a store I consider the Bruins' property, but we can overlook that.
Some of the things I managed to deny myself included this pet set:
Temporary tattoos:
And a Bruins mouse with a floating puck:
I actually think the floating basketball in the Celtics version comes across better.
But did I get anything? Well, yes. I had to get a Bruins key chain with my name on it (of course), and then, well, yeah. A shirt. The thing is, my recent adventures in flying the colors showed me that I don't actually have a general Bruins t-shirt, and while I love the Terry O'Reilly one I got when they retired his number, you know, a girl needs more.
And this one feels really nice, has a faded look I like, and feels really nice (some of them feel like crap, you know? thin and cheap). It was marked down from $36 to $20, and while I still think $20 is a lot for a t-shirt, well. Sleeve stripes!
It followed me home. I'm keeping it!
Gratuitous Carlos shot, your reward for making it all the way to the end!
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