Personal Narrative: My Experience At The Museum Of Fine Art
We explored historical sites as well as the Downtown Boston area. He was a Florida resident his whole life and there weren’t many historical artifacts compared to Boston since during this time period, Florida was a Spanish territory so he was even more excited to visit sightings just as much as I was. He 's always loved history and it was his best subject when he was in school. He was telling me the entire time just how different our state was from his, such as he has visited the old Spanish forts in St. Augustine and really looked forward to seeing American buildings from that time also; so many things we see here and don 't think of very much about was just amazing to him such as something as small as the color change of the leaves which never happens in Florida.
The first site we went to was the Museum of Fine Arts. My first impression of the museum, despite how expensive the parking fee came to be, was the formal representation from the outside. It wasn’t as old …show more content…
I followed the historical Freedom Trail to the Old State House built in 1713 and also where the site of the Boston Massacre took place that was just outside the building. It was a vital and key location for the formation of our city where several great Patriots gathered to start what we now have today. Arriving at this historical landmark, I grew interest to want to go inside and learn even more of this beautiful city. I was amazed with how I was able to walk in the same building that John Hancock and many more Americans Patriots once met to talk about the beginnings of our country. I was ecstatic to learn just how many times we have almost lost the Old State House since it was the oldest surviving public building in Boston. I was so pleased to see that there were many people who went through great lengths to keep it standing so that generations to come will be able to see and learn about how this great amazing city started and where it is going. The bathrooms were extremely old and were displaced as the toilet seat was blocking the stall door form closing, I thought it was funny that after I finished using the bathroom, my boyfriend told me he jumped when he heard the train going underneath. I even looked at him a little confused because I didn’t hear it while I was in the bathroom. He then showed me a plaque on the wall with a brief summary of the construction that happened so the rail could pass underneath. After