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What a fab place Boston was!

We ventured out last night and decided to get the train into the city. Mr A found a Cheesecake Factory on google maps so we thought we would go there for food.

Whilst waiting for the train, we got talking to a lady who told us about the train system and which stops we would need for getting back at night.

As our conversation continued, she said she was called Kathy Brodsky and told us she wrote children's books, which we didn't think any more about until we got back to the hotel later.

Once on the train, she told us to stick with her and she would show us where to go to get the train home and also point us in the right direction of the restaurant.

She was so lovely; she took us to the ticket machine and showed us how to use them (we now know where we went wrong in New York) and protected us from a homeless lady who was hovering round the machines, trying to get money off tourists.

Kathy ended up walking us right to the restaurant, as she said she wanted to know we 'got there safe' and that we'd know the way back ok. As we walked, she told us about Boston. We passed the finish line of the Boston Marathon & the place where the bomb went off.

We said our goodbyes at the restaurant, and thanked her for being so kind.

We've since googled her and it turns out she's not just an author, but also a poet, psychotherapist and life coach. Wow!

http://clifonline.org/presenter/kathy-brodsky/

This morning, we had to be up at 6am for a 7.30am departure.

We travelled through New Hampshire, stopping off to see 'the old man of the mountain' (not Mr A) and lunch was in a converted railway car in a cute place called Littleton.

We travelled into Vermont and although the trees are beginning to change colour, we are about 3 weeks to early for the full 'New England in the fall' experience.

It's felt like a long day on the road today, as we've not done or seen very much (other than trees!).

We were welcomed into Quebec with a deluge of rain; it was like being back home!

Tonight we did a walking tour of the walled city of Quebec; rain almost stopped play but we are glad we still went.
The city has a very European feel to it and everything is en francais. Luckily, the locals speak better English than we speak French.

Tomorrow, we are visiting the lower half of the city before heading to Montreal.

Today's blip is of the Chateau Frontenac; which is now a hotel, apparently the most photographed in the world (according to wiki & Guinness world records).
Hitchcock fans may know this place from his film 'I confess'.