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ngg_shortcode_0_placeholder Another groupon, another important item checked off my list. To honor the national holiday that is Mel’s birthday, we had afternoon tea<\/a> and scones at a fancy cafe on Newbury Street (using a groupon).<\/p>\n

Before that, we played tourists in our own city and crossed yet another item off my list — we visited a Boston landmark: King’s Chapel<\/a>. Mel used to work at King’s Chapel, one of Boston’s oldest churches, so she knew the inside scoop, but she had never been on an ‘official’ tour. Only recently, they have started offering a special tour called ‘Bells and Bones’ — up to the bell tower and down to the crypt. I probably should have asked a few more questions to get a better idea of what I was in for, but instead I decide to follow along. First we went down to what is possibly the creepiest basement in Boston. Dead Bostonians in bricked-up vaults partially blocked by filing cabinets, rubbermaid bins of office supplies, clothing racks with Christmas pageant costumes and stacks of broken antique chairs. Also, it was extremely warm. Then, up a few flights of steep stairs to yet another flight of steeper darker dirtier stairs to the refreshing cool breeze of the belltower and a 2437 lbs.\u00a0bell cast in 1860 by King’s Chapel parishioner Paul Revere.<\/p>\n

Then we sat down for a nice cup of tea.<\/p>\nngg_shortcode_1_placeholder\nngg_shortcode_2_placeholder\nngg_shortcode_3_placeholder\n