THAT. WAS. IT. That was the entire museum. Oh, except for the gift shop. Which was all "Get your witch warts and broomsticks here! Yaaaaaaaaaaay, stereotypes!!!" despite the "museum" urging us to think that witches aren't what they're made out to be. WEIRD. Anyway. The whole thing was a total ripoff, considering it cost $9 for entry. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand having just looked at it on Trip Advisor, there are clearly a butt-ton of people who felt the same way. (And yet, it's the "most visited museum in Salem!" *head explodes*) Basically? DON'T GO THERE.
Sadly, having forked out $9 for something that disappointing, we were incredibly reluctant to pay for any of the other attractions in Salem. (And having just looked most of THOSE up on Trip Advisor, it seems like we made the right decision. #score) We wandered through the Old Burying Point Cemetery, but without any information about the people who were buried there, it was just a bunch of really old graves. And after doing the Granary Burying Ground the previous day, we were a bit over it. So we wandered through downtown for a while, where we came across this:
In case you can't read it, it says "New England Magic. A Shop & School of Witchcraft & Wizardry". (With the way the American dollar is going at the moment, it doesn't surprise me that the American version of Hogwarts has a gift shop!!) There was also a shop that sold pretty much nothing but replica Harry Potter props. I was kind of tempted to post Sara a container of Floo Powder, but at the end of the day, it was $5 and was just green sand. Plus, as Kat pointed out, it probably wouldn't have arrived anyway, as it would look rather like anthrax on any x-rays *sigh*
Eventually, we decided that lunch was in order. We wound up at a slightly dodgy little pizza place in a half dead mall, and had to hold the pizza almost vertical to drain the oil off before it was edible. Course, all the oil meant it was pretty damned tasty, so it could have been a lot worse!
Oh, and then this happened:
Paulie: Haha, look at the logo on the police car!
Me: Holy crap, that's awesome.
Paulie: I'm totally taking a photo of that.
Lauren: WHAT ARE YOU DOING, YOU'LL GET ARRESTED!!!
Me: For taking a picture of the logo on a police car?? That seems extreme.
Kat: If you're nice to us, Paul, we'll bail you out.
Lauren: SERIOUSLY, YOU GUYS. YOU CAN'T DO THAT HERE!!
OH, BUT HE DID:
|Picture courtesy of Paulie|
And no one got arrested. HURRAH. After that, we declared ourselves over Salem. Which is unfortunate, because it seems like it's a nice little town. It's just that they know tourists will come, so they don't really bother trying... Anyway, we headed back to Cambridge, not feeling the need to see anything else. In Cambridge, we bid Lauren a sad farewell:
(Yeah, like y'all weren't expecting a David Tennant gif to happen at SOME point.) I don't blame her either - she had to drive the millionty hours back to Pennsylvania and be at work by 5am the next day. Kat, Paulie and I decided that we'd wander around town for a while and maybe go and have a wee mosey around Harvard during daylight hours. Two steps down the road, this happened:
Me: Oooooooooooooh, CUPCAKE SHOP!!!!
Kat and Paulie: You're poorly, so we'll humour you...
I had this:
|Photos courtesy of Paulie|
It was pink lemonade flavoured (hence the straw) and it was delicious. Albeit slightly toxic looking... After the cupcake break, we headed over to the Harvard Co-op. I turned into a bit of a fangirl and spent
a millionty dollars eighty dollars rather a lot on a Harvard t-shirt and hoodie. Kat then decided she wanted to look around the shops a bit more, so Paulie and I headed off for a wander around Harvard. It's a gorgeous campus, which immediately made me jealous. I seem to have an uncanny knack for selecting universities with buildings that took a battering from the ugly stick (aka built in the 1960s). *sigh*
There are only so many ivy covered buildings you can look at, so after a while, we headed back to the hotel to partake in our traditional trashy evening television. *cough* Keeping Up With the Kardashians *cough*
The three of us headed back into Harvard Square for dinner, and went to a Thai place on the recommendation of the hotel staff. I think we all nearly cried with joy when our food had actual vegetables in it and didn't taste like deep fried salt. And when the portions were human sized rather than Jabba the Hutt sized. (Seriously, America. I love you, but you really need to sort your shit out when it comes to food. And adding sales tax into prices. But mostly food.) I was so excited by the idea of food that tasted like food that when I saw mango and coconut sticky rice on the dessert menu, I did this:
|Source once more lost in the depths of Tumblr|
Obviously, I ordered it. It wasn't *quite* as good as what we had in Thailand a couple of years ago, but it was still pretty awesome. Although I'm pretty sure we still stopped off at CVS on the way back to the hotel. It always pays to have emergency chocolate. You know, just in case you run into a Dementor.......
Next up, I make a <sleazy voice> lady friend </sleazy voice> at Logan International Airport, I watch one of the dumbest movies of ever (although the critics seem to love it...), and the whole reason for my trip to the US!