Since it was Sunday things opened late so, the only place to get breakfast was at bakery Chococoa. Drinking coffee with pastries is how our day began; I had a ginger scone and Kath had a muffin of bran. Today we had plenty of oppurtunites to explore Boston’s suburban communities. From Newbury to Georgetown and then on the bike path through Topsfield, to Danvers and Peabody where the church’s bells pealed. Then Lynn and Saugus we made our way south, rode our bikes through Malden, to cross the locks at the Charles River Mouth.
We hit a roadblock which said, “road closed” but we lifted our bikes over - after all, who knows? Kath said going down the closed road didn’t make any sense and she was right when we hit the end, and the large fence. Since we couldn’t pass we had to head back so that we could get back on track, Jack.
It’s so much better traveling like a bike commuter than being behind the screen of my computer
To add to this cycling biographic, we rode into the city on bike lanes mixing it up with the vehicular traffic. Once into the city it was packed with North-Enders; from waiters to tourists to pastry vendors.
Through Paul Revere park a bend we came around, to see the Leonard P. Zakim bridge in the background
