In the morning of day 3, we went a-walking to Harvard Yard and Harvard
Square, in Cambridge. We had dinner sitting on the grass, and then
Orna took many pictures of squirrels. Many, many pictures of
squirrels.



Cambridge is so quiet on Saturday morning, everything is peaceful and
serene. Once again I mention to Orna I would love to move here, and
once again Orna says something about 20 degrees below.


From Harvard Square, we went to the Harvard Museum of Natural
History. This is the “real thing”, with exhibits that scientists use
to study animals and plants. The halls are quiet, and have a dusty
feeling to them.
[Orna writes: ] Muli particularly liked the glass flowers exhibit,
since it had very strong air conditioning. He sat down on the floor
and studied the documentation for his new watch (a swatch with many
dials and hands, that stops moving when you press a button, but then
another hand starts moving…). Orna was suitably impressed with the
glass work, which was so good she had to convince herself that it’s
actually made from glass.



We saw a fish with hands and legs, sitting in a box full of
formaline. This is the 41st fish of its kind that was caught, out of
about a hundred. Did the first one that was caught survive? The fish
was located among many dinosaur skeletons. The next hall as the
stuffed animals hall, each room more fascinating than the previous
one, so I kept taking pictures. Muli gave up around the birds stage,
but Orna kept going to the crystals and precious gems exhibition,
where she got a demonstration of a technique to tell crystals apart:
based on their respone to UV light, based on the color that they leave
as a powder, and based on their reaction to acid.



Muli tried to convince Orna that if they’ll live in Boston one day,
they’ll be able to take the kids here every day. Orna reminded him
about the cold again.
We then went to the Boston Science Museum, not according to the
original plan (we meant to head for the MIT museum), due to a pretty
prosaic reason – it was closer to the T station. Yes, the value of
things began to be measured in “standing on our feet” quotas. Is it
worth walking there? is it worth standing and looking at it?
The science museum was disappointing. Flooded with violent kids,
unmaintained exhibits (broken, not working, giving a Windows error
message on the screen!). Many exhibits are dedicated to the same
subject, none of which require real action or thought on the part of
the viewer.
The computer museum, which is the real reason we visited the science
museum, has been dismantled. Its exhibits have been divided among 6
different museums, and there were only a few exhibits on display at
the science museum. Muli really liked them; Orna was disappointed by a
simulation enigma machine that didn’t quite work.


The next attraction was the duck tour. A ride in an amphibean
vehicle. There are 22 duck tour vehicles, and the drivers have created
their own folklore. Our driver, in particular, enjoyed breaking some
long-held Boston myths – the only reason Paul Revere is so famous, for
example, is because he was caught on the midnight ride. There’s
another guy who actually completed the ride without getting caught,
but who ever heard of him…
Sailing the river in the amphibean vehicle, Orna took pictures of
cormorans, seagulls, and maybe even a duckling.



After taking the T back to Cambridge, Orna stayed behind to buy shoes,
and sent Muli alone to the hotel. Ten minutes later, he returned. It
turned out he walked in the opposite direction.