A friend suggested that if I had the oomph I could visit Concord and see the home of Luisa May Alcott. I didn't booked in case I had a bad night but it was very quiet I went to sleep about 8 woke at 12 slept again but was up and out in time to catch the 8:30 train to Concord, At first I couldn't work out where to buy a ticket to get onto the platform but the woman at the gate was able to oblige. The journey was fine, but when I tried to get off the guard threw out her arm and ushered me back - no one could leave till she had lowered the steps. That encounter got me talking to the other woman getting off the train.. a former teacher Meagan from Huston was kind enough to shout me a coffee before we did the tour of the museum. Concord is beautiful full of really old houses Emerson lived there, Thoreau ,Hawthorn and of course the Allcotts. The house is in many ways as they left it Louisa May had been a nurse before writing Little Women based on her experiences and her family. But her dad was also a famous philosopher and her sister May Amy in the books was a really good artist who studied in Europe so a great and informative visit. I didn't want to leave as Boston interesting though it is is harder
Today it rained and rained here so I planned to head up to Harvard and the museums there but got waylaid and landed up Bunker Hill and in the naval dockyards before catching the ferry back to.the Long Wharf. From.there I gravitated back to Boston Common where two sound stages were blaring out hip hop on one and rock in the other but virtually no one was listening as they were clustered round the booths selling dope. I swear I am half high it was so strong. It was still going strong as I strode out across the common to dip into the Black History Trail. Coming back to the hostel though more music was playing all from the 60s and 70s and part of the hostels Peace Day celebrations..! Meanwhile the news from Lebanon Sudan Ukraine gets ever worse.
Tomorrow I head to New York.
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