An A-Mae-zing day!

On rattrape le temps perdu...

Ma marraine Mae est venue me chercher à Logan Airport, et a organisé une première soirée formidable pour moi. Entre jolies maisons, cintres et verni à ongle et hamburgers, elle a même pris le temps de m'expliquer des rudiments sur l'art du pourboire américain, le baseball, ou encore comment naviguer le T, c'est à dire le réseau de bus et métro bostonien, qui est le plus ancien des Etats-Unis.

So this is my friend Mae, who picked me up at the airport and then welcomed me into her home  before giving me tips and tricks about living in Boston.

And then I started taking picture of every random thing that looked "American" to my eyes, like this giant, ice-distributing fridge. I had never seen one before (yhey exist in France, but they are not the norm).

I find houses in the Somerville neighbourhood so pretty! I took a picture of this one because it was the first I saw with an American flag. It also has wooden pannels, a veranda and an hexagonal window, which are features I find really lovely.

Mae took me to the Rock Bottom, a really cool restaurant where we spent a lot of time chatting, and watching baseball (or trying to, as we didn't really know the rules).

We ordered two different burgers, one with guacamole and one with bacon, and cut them to try both: it was truly delicious, if a bit stereotypical for a first meal in the US. It truly has nothing to do with fast-food burgers. I also tried onion rings, which I hadn't eaten since my stay in the UK in 2007. Also very yummy!

We walked in front of the Grand Lodge of Massachusetts and I had to take a picture of the beavers on their emblem because it's the mascot of my home university. The security guards laughed at my enthusiasm.

The next day, we had breakfast at a wanna be French bakery that is still very American in my eyes, Au Bon Pain.

I ate a really nice cranberry muffin, as I didn't see the point of having a classic French croissant.

Even tiny birds here are fluffier than French "moineaux"; this one was very much after muffin crumbs.

Mae in front of her home, 7 Jay Street in Somerville.

All my stuff was outside as we waited for the taxi to arrive.

Another pretty house in Somerville. Apparently, a lot of houses here actually house appartments. It can be seen very clearly here, with the three identical balconies.

To make things clearer, some of them even have two doors, which I find very funny!