Monday, February 28, 2011
New England
With skis, boots and suitcases it's a difficult five minutes to the hotel, no tourists (great) but no people at all to ask for directions. I can already feel Hugo's frustration levels building. Luckily for me, nothing could diminish these faster than the sight .... It certainly was a buzzing town and it took a while to find anywhere to park. We wandered through the nineteenth century streets and found an Irish pub for a Hugo sized lunch. It felt like an old English town. ...
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