Bawston
Lots of food available here. "Where everybody knows your na-ame/And it pisses down with ra-ain..." We thought we'd come prepared for the change in climate. We'd packed our cases full of warm clothes and although carrying heavy raincoats around tropical Florida seemed rather incongruous, we knew they would come in handy when we reached autumnal Boston. (And actually we felt quite smug when we were able to wear them on two unseasonably cold nights in Disney.) Sadly, nothing could quite prepare us for the sudden descent from bright, clear skies through an extra-thick duvet of cloud into a wall of bleak, unrelenting drizzle. After a fairly harrowing bus journey to our hotel, we managed to drag ourselves down the road to enjoy a late lunch of local specialty lobster roll, then promptly returned and shut ourselves in for the rest of the day. Lest you feel too sorry for us, I should mention that we were upgraded to a ginormous eighteenth-floor suite. Married lif...