Must.... resist.....urge to... respond.... must not login.... Oh, who am I kidding? (whom, to be precise, right?). So glad you've resurfaced, Mother Orange. Sam has evidently stepped aside for a bit (perhaps got too involved in one of those loud drunken bacchanales she hates so much last night). Today let the adjective du jour be "egregious," as in the egregious offenses I make each time I bother Sam's discussion site here. We're supposed to quote Jefferson a lot, and there's a line of his, Sam, describing NYC as "a sewer". Wish I could remember it all, but his references to its inhabitants were about as flattering. "Den of iniquity" or something like that. Please come visit us anyway.
Your description, Mother O, of whoopie pies sounds exquisitely enticing, specially as I haven't eaten anything yet this a.m. Not what I had envisioned at all. I've only been to Boston once (though my dad did a residency there long, long ago and remained a Redsox fan ever after) but I did zip along the Freedom Trail when I was there. For me the highlight was Old Ironsides, where the Danish women's national basketball team happened to be touring that afternoon - a phalanx of tall leggy athletes with long Nordic blonde hair... (Sorry, 5 ft. 4 brown haired -still? - Sam; I remain devoted to you all the same

)..... oh, drifted off for a second there -- my apologies. Anyway, I loved Boston, and all the old Italian ladies all in black sternly sitting on their front steps in the North End, etc. Disappointing bookstores, though.
London, though, Mother O, you will love. Very walkable, very personable, with surprisingly quiet private spaces to be found just off very crowded areas (much like Boston). Try the Staple Inn's lovely hidden courtyards right off Chancery Lane, which even Hawthorne said was an oasis of quiet. There's a tiny medieval chapel remnant in Ely Place off Holborn Circle that's a dark delight no one goes to, and St. Bartholomew the Great, by the Smithfield meat market (literally)and St. Bart's Hospital, is a glorious Norman survivor (as seen in 4 Weddings and a Funeral and Shakespeare in Love). I didn't go to England this year for the first time in ages, and this is starting to eat away at me typing all this out (I'll go next summer - Monticello pay is financing it). And don't neglect areas outside London. Many of the country houses will close up for the season very soon if not already, but Hatfield House, a wonderful Jacobean pile just 30 mi. north, should be open, and maybe Knole, an amazingly romantic medieval and later mass in Sevenoaks just half an hour south. Both easily reached by train and foot. Ham House, a REstoration mansion, is a nice river walk away from Richmond. Oxford, Cambridge, a cathedral town like Salisbury, or just a tube ride high up to Hampstead and the views in the afternoon from the Heath are well worth little day trips. As Sam would say: "Ahhhh!" (Where ARE you, Sam, by the way?). Plenty of Arts and Crafts houses as well, by the way (Standen, outside East Grinstead, is a classic example and gorgeous). And there's nice food there - even the touristy Indian and Chinese places can be quite good... I envy you. But I've long overstayed my welcome, Mother O (and Sam) so I'm retiring again. A Mighty Wind is a nice movie too, if you liked Guffman. And you got very close this spring to seeing Syracuse ****ed into the ACC (I'm actually a Duke fan, not really UVa). But I'm gone again. Sorry to disturb Sam's somnolence.