Walking the freedom trail in Boston

My flight back to Europe wasn’t until the evening and so this afternoon I made the most of the balmy conditions and walked the Freedom Trail in the beautiful city of Boston. This was of particular resonance for me because a fellow member of my writers’ workshop is writing a screenplay about the events leading up to the Boston Tea Party and all of the buildings and places I visited are, of necessity, in the script. I love the way these old historic buildings and burial sites nestle away amid the skyscrapers and I found visiting the graves of my friend’s characters (Samuel Adams in the picture) particularly poignant. My friend’s script is good in highlighting the inanity of the Stamp Act and the way it fanned fear and resentment for, as Adams put it, ‘if our Trade may be taxed why not our Lands? Why not the Produce of our Lands & every thing we possess or make use of? This we apprehend annihilates our Charter Right to govern & tax ourselves – It strikes our British Privileges, which as we have never forfeited them, we hold in common with our Fellow Subjects who are Natives of Britain: If Taxes are laid upon us in any shape without our having a legal Representation where they are laid, are we not reduced from the Character of free Subjects to the miserable State of tributary Slaves?’