Sunday morning rolled around, and all we really had left of our original plan was the Freedom Trail. (Since I botched the directions so badly earlier). We had some breakfast, then headed out on the trail. Unfortunately the sun had come out, and it was HUMID. We trudged out way around the town, with sweat glistening off us. About 20 minutes in, I realized this should have been the first thing we did, as the freedom trail goes through most parts of Boston, and we would have had a better layout of the town for our adventures. Live and learn.
We went through a few graveyards, discovered Little Italy (or the North End), and saw Old Ironsides, the oldest ship still in commission. We didn't make it all the way to Bunker Hill, it was too hot and we were done in.