Walking the narrow streets of Boston was a feast for my senses. My eyes danced from building to building, as I marveled at the history that was contained in the walls of the beautifully maintained architecture. The aroma of the fresh sea air was even evident in the densely populated areas of the city, and although you could still smell the street hotdogs cooking, and cigarette smoke as you walked by a group of smokers, the ocean made the city air that much more refreshing. I tasted the famous New England Clam Chowder at the Quincy Market, which was definitely a treat for my taste buds. A well connected city, it was easy to walk or hop on "the T" (Subway) to the next destination. I guess one thing I love about cities, is that I get lost in the moment. I can walk for hours, and until I am relaxing after the day is done, I don't even notice my aching feet. The first day we were there we just wandered the downtown theatre district, from Boylston St. down Washington, around Tremont St. That night we went to watch a movie, and almost missed the last train back to our Hostel. The Hostel was right around the corner from historic Fenway Park, where the Red Sox Play their home games. The first two nights we were there the Sox were playing and the streets were packed with eager fans, filled with excitement. There were more people then cars, and the people literally filled the streets. Monday I spent a little more time downtown, and checked out a few places near the hostel but didn't venture too far. Tuesday I hopped on the T, and went to Copley Square. I visited the Boston Public Library another historic building in Boston. From across the street I noticed a building of such beautiful antiquity that I had goosebumps. Certain things in this world always captivate me, one of those things would definitely be history and places where history is embedded in it's very structure, sort of frozen in time. Everything else around it has proceeded into the future, but these few old things have resisted this world of the future. Trinity Church is one of these places. I walked up to the church and had that sense of not being alone. This is a sense I get when I visit old places. I don't know if it's ghosts, or just the strong history of these places living and breathing in every stone, and statue. The outside of the building stands out because there are statues of the saints on the side of the building. A pigeon landed on the hand of St. Peter and I snapped a picture. It was interesting to see the artwork that this architect put into every single aspect of this building. I walked all around the building. The courtyard damp with rain, and a lone statue standing amongst the flowers in the garden. The staircase leading up to a red door that has been etched with graffiti as if to remind you that you are not back in time. I met up with a New Yorker at the church who told me that you could tour the inside of the church as well, so I walked up to the front door. I went downstairs first to pick up my little visitors guide, and then I entered the sanctuary. I could feel that stirring feeling again, like there were old souls lingering there. The stained glass windows were some of the most beautiful I have seen. It was as if the characters of the bible had come alive in them. There were murals painted so beautifully it almost moved me to tears, because it was truly art of the most passionate in nature. I was incredibly moved by all the artwork, from the statues engraved into the very walls of the church, to the carved pews and wooden glory all around me. It was truly magnificent. I happened upon this church by accident and thank heaven I did, and if you ever go to Boston, hop on the T, and get off at Copley Square, glance across the street and be sure to experience this church where every brick and stone, wooden plank, and piece of glass was meticulously created as a piece of artwork to be enjoyed for centuries to come.
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