The Australian Catalog has Tim Tams, including limited run fudgy ones.

Yes, but not Tia Maria ones. Getting ordinary Tams is easy. (You can get the liqueur bikkies shipped from Australia, but the cost is higher, of course.)

The Australian Catalog has Tim Tams, including limited run fudgy ones.

Yes, but not Tia Maria ones. Getting ordinary Tams is easy. (You can get the liqueur bikkies shipped from Australia, but the cost is higher, of course.)

Yes, but askye gave me a link, where you just made me drool more for Tim Tams.

At one point I was getting catalogs like crazy and the Australian Catalog was one of them. Every time I got it I would sit and drool and then not end up getting anything.

Ohhh! They have a Billy Tea mug.

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She preferred New York?

Huh. I had all my money on her falling madly in love with Boston, above all the other cities. She has a deep love of antiquity in her cities, and of all the ones she visited, Boston wears its history most visibly.

Huh. (Scratching head)

I had all my money on her falling madly in love with Boston, above all the other cities. She has a deep love of antiquity in her cities, and of all the ones she visited, Boston wears its history most visibly.

Could have something to do with the fact that she was here midweek and didn't get a chance to see all that much. Her only real chance to see Boston's "history" sections was the walk in the Public Gardens, I think.

Well, or the fact that Boston goes out of its way to make itself as inaccessible as possible.

I think NY wears its history much more visibly than Boston. Boston has plenty of historical sections, but also plenty of very modern sections. NY, in my view, has much more history mixed into the places that people ordinarily go in the course of a day. One thing that Nilly commented on to me was that, in most of the other cities, each neighborhood and each block had a specific look, while in NY, you never knew what the next building you saw might be. (Nilly, sorry if I'm incorrectly paraphrasing.)

1. Thanks for sharing the schmoop with me, lovelies. I didn't know allergies were so damned contagious.

2. Deb, I'm sorry I, and therefore others, mistakenly blamed you for my laryngitis. I had seen you post that you'd lost your voice after the Nilly-Q, and so I assumed you were probably the source. Consider yourself duly exonerated. Considering the fact I was on four planes and five airports (yes, the math works out, really) in the space of four days, it's no wonder I picked something up. It's getting better slowly, thank goodness.

3. Next time Nilly comes out, I hope we get a chance to take her to Mystic Seaport and Sturbridge Village! I think she would love them both.

I had all my money on her falling madly in love with Boston, above all the other cities. She has a deep love of antiquity in her cities, and of all the ones she visited, Boston wears its history most visibly.

As Emily notes, she only got to spend a day in Boston itself, and half of that was looking at Hobbity stuff in the MoS. We did walk some of the Freedom Trail, and visited Bunker Hill, but we didn't have a whole lot of time.

NY, in my view, has much more history mixed into the places that people ordinarily go in the course of a day.

YMMV. I lived there for seven years, walked to school every day, worked at the Cloisters, and never got over the sense that NYC's big talent was hiding its past amongst the every-burgeoning skyline. Not a lot of room for the city to go except up, of course, Manhattan being an island; but my first job was at the Cloisters, I went to Erasmus three days a week (walking through one of the oldest and prettiest sections of Brooklyn), and honestly, the city just seemed more and more determined to be as 20th century as possible. Which I rather liked, since it gave me the Chrysler Building, but still. And hell, I live in a city that's also surrounded on three sides by water, so I get the upward. But I always felt I had to hunt for the 17th century New Amsterdam under all the steel and girders.

The statue in the middle of the quad at Erasmus was (thinking) 18th century or older (affectionately referred to by the students as Old Syph, since it was green), and the few students that actually noticed the date were gobsmacked that it was soooooo ollllllld.