Now that we’re back home in Baltimore, we’re finding that some things don’t change. Like the fact that we only go downtown with out-of-town people.
Time was, Baltimore downtown was like a fascinating, shiny magnet drawing me southward to experience the sometimes elegant (Belvedere Hotel Owl Bar), sometimes quirky (The Horse You Came In On in Fell’s Point) nightlife. But, nightlife now consists of early evening dinners or movies with friends and relatives. All with the convenience of needing to drive no further than some suburban restaurant or theater. That way, everyone’s home by 10:00. Which used to be the hour when I was just finishing the final prep for an evening out. Bars and clubs I frequented didn’t really get hopping until midnight. (Did I really just date myself by saying “get hopping”?)
But now that I’m older, and supposedly wiser, daytime fun trumps nighttime fun. And by early evening, I’m pooped. Skiing, working, bicycling, working, hiking, cleaning, gym-going, working, gardening. All these things now use up my more limited energy.
I digress. I didn’t start this post intending to go on about my defunct nightlife.
So, lets get back to the main topic, which actually is – visiting one’s own hometown. The Maine-ahs had traveled south to check out Towson University and absorb some southern Spring weather! Snow was still on the ground up North.
We took the Light Rail to the Inner Harbor.
On the platform with Amanda and Jake in the foreground, Nancy and Brenda in the background.
Home of the World Champion Ravens and near-World Champion Orioles, Baltimore has a beautiful waterfront.
Baltimore’s Inner Harbor. Harborplace, the frigate Constellation, and our own Trade Center tower.
We did a little shopping and a little strolling, thoroughly enjoying the gorgeous day.
No agenda, just hanging out. We took a harbor boat tour.
Domino Sugar, complete with D’Amico tanker unloading the sweet stuff from the tropics.
The Domino Sugar sign is a harbor landmark. We buy Domino brand sugar just to keep the lovely neon shining over the water at night (not pictured because I was at home in my PJs by the time it was dark).
Fells Point as seen from the docks.
National Aquarium in Baltimore
Baltimore Public Works Museum.
The Public Works museum, above, was built in 1912 as the water pumping station for Baltimore. When I was young person flouncing around the city, legend had it that this building was the City Morgue, complete with a chimney for the cremations! Reality is not nearly as dramatic as imagination sometimes.
We were very lucky to see the Pride of Baltimore II, in her home harbor between worldwide voyages. It’s a beautiful reproduction of an 1812 privateer with an education mission as well as serving as Baltimore’s ambassador to foreign ports.
The Pride of Baltimore II
Amanda outside the Under Armour store in Harboreast.
After the harbor cruise, we came back ashore to visit the Under Armour store in Harboreast – one of the highlights for our Maine relatives who are also big Ravens fans.
Before heading home on the train, we met these happy folks, reveling in the fun side of Baltimore and gettin’ crabby.
My home town made me proud!