BY JANET STEINBERG
“Let’s take a powder, to Boston for Chowder, let’s get away from it all.”
As a teenager, I swooned as Frank Sinatra sang it to me. As an adult, I delighted as I sailed into Boston Haarbor, the second-to last port stop on a cruise that transported me 2087 glorious nautical miles from Montreal to New York City.
“Beantown”, as Boston is affectionately dubbed, is much more than Boston Baked Beans. It is ducks that will splash you into the waters of the Charles River and swans that will glide you atop the waters of the Lagoon in Boston’s Public Garden. It is a 3-mile, red-painted Freedom Trail, and a Holocaust Memorial that towers along that trail.
I guarantee you a quacking good time when you board a Boston Duck Tour. This particular breed of Ducks was hatched during World War II to meet the demand for an amphibious transport that was half boat and half truck. The transport, with the code name of DUKW, played a crucial role in allied operations including the D-Day landing in Normandy.
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