Last Sunday, after a weekend full of packing, Dave and I were treating ourselves to a nice night out in Boston. There was a threat of rain (so no pretty pictures, just cell pictures), but otherwise was actually cool and not too humid- and there was a breeze! A gorgeous night, to say the least. We had decided to take advantage of the first night of Restaurant Week and go to a place in the North End. Then we would walk down to Fleet Street to see the Fisherman's Feast, and the Flight of the Angel (a must-see according to any guide to the North End).
First sign of failure was the restaurant we chose was apparently not starting their Restaurant Week menu until the next day. Restaurant Week allows diners to get a taste of some fancy restaurants without the huge bill at the end. It's $33 for an appetizer, entree, and dessert- a great deal! So this was a bit of a bummer, but it allowed us to skip dessert and get gelato/cannolis elsewhere.
Second sign of failure was the Fisherman's Feast. On the schedule online they said that the Flight of the Angel was at 8pm. We arrived just in time, but there was nothing going on. Just a mob of people staring up at this:
An empty stage. And about a half hour later a band arrived behind us and played for a few, so we thought well it must be coming soon. Then about 15 minutes after that - some angels arrived:
You can see her head right next to the microphone. So we thought- well it MUST be starting soon!
About 15 minutes after that Madonna arrived. I should mention that part of the festival is to have a statue of Madonna parade around the neighborhood all day. Anyways she arrived with a band (not sure if it was the same band as before) in front of us- and it seemed as though the parade was going to just plow through us - and that's what some of them did:
Around this same time - a new angel arrived - a blue one. I didn't get a good picture of her (she's next to the bald guy with the pulley)
By this time we thought for sure they would throw this little girl up in the air and we could call it a night. But nope- we waited until about 9:30/9:45 and just gave up. :( It's supposed to look something like this:
I would say that maybe we'd catch it next year, but I don't think Dave will let me drag him to this again.