We took the ferry to Salem yesterday and saw nary a witch. None. Zip. Nada. The closest we came was this:
Connor is the next Darren!
We only had about 2.5 hours in town so, to be fair, our witch exposure time was limited. It's a very appealing place overall -lots of history to see and not all about the witch trials. It would actually be a very great place for a "girls weekend". There are tons of restaurants and things to do.
In the same town square as the Elizabeth Montgomery statue there is an old fashioned foot pump water fountain. The boys were obsessed with it. It's a good reminder that when you travel with kids you never know what will interest them. They could have stayed there messing with that fountain for an hour. I had to literally drag them away.
The ferry ride was fast--just under an hour. The boys were made temporarily insane by the massive noise and power of the huge high speed catamaran and would not sit still. They went from deck to deck, bench to deck, stairs to rail. Palmer fell twice-once on the ride out and once on the ride back-scraping his leg twice. They were both filthy from touching every surface of the ship and the of the T stations and trains on the way back to the hotel. You get the picture. Bob and I were exhausted by the end of the day. This pic should give you some idea of the shenanigans.
And if this isn't a family Christmas card contender, I don't know what is: