Get Me Out of Baltimore, Stat!

Breakfast Venue

Breakfast Venue

Our second day in Baltimore dawned sunny but a tad brisk.  Neither the Commander nor I had slept much thanks to the Wise Women and the hard mattress but we were hungry and ready to do some exploring.  Off we walked to the Lexington Market to see what was available.  I felt like a fish out of water as we threaded our way through throngs of “interesting” street people to get to the market.  The language flying about was loud, salty, and foul.

Yummy Breakfast

Yummy Breakfast

Once we got inside, it was pretty overwhelming.  We walked and walked until we finally found this little place that had huge breakfasts for dirt cheap.  My brother and hubby enjoyed MOUNDS of home fries along with eggs and sausage.  Rose opted for the omelet.

Breakfast Sandwich

Breakfast Sandwich

I picked the two-egg, sausage, and cheese sandwich.  It was delicious or maybe I was just so hungry that anything would have tasted good at that point, despite the fact that we had to stand up to eat everything.  There didn’t appear to be any sit-down dining at the market.

Inner Harbor

Inner Harbor

After breakfast  we regrouped and took advantage of the free bus service to catch a ride down to the Inner Harbor.  First we rode the bus through the Federal Hill area, enjoying looking at the old row houses.

USS Constellation

USS Constellation

Thank goodness that it wasn’t raining so we could walk around and see things like the USS Constellation, street magicians, and the outside of the museums.  Notice that I said the OUTSIDE of the museums.

Leading the Lost

Leading the Lost

My dear brother was leading us all around the waterfront, setting quite a brisk pace.  When we finally got him to slow down, we asked what museum we were going to see.  Rose suggested the Aquarium.  I pulled out a print-out that I had prepared at home listing all the exhibits and the cost of admission so we could look it over.

“$28!  I’m not paying to get in there,” my brother stated.

“Well, what do you think you have to do to see the museums?” I countered.

“I pay my taxes.  These should all be free,” he insisted.

Rose gave him a look.  “Well, they aren’t free.  You have to pay to get in.”

“Let me get this straight,” I jumped in.  “You don’t want to see anything unless it’s free, is that correct? Well, since everything to see costs in this town, what exactly are you expecting to do?”

“I just want to walk around,” he said.

Rose and I looked at each other.  “Do you want to go get a drink?” I asked her.

“Let’s go,” she said and we made an abrupt turn and headed off to find a cafe.  Unfortunately, the building we went into turned out to be a mall and we didn’t lose the men.  They trailed behind us so we ended up walking in one door and out the other.

Inside Original Smoke Stacks

Inside Original Smoke Stacks

It was now about 2 p.m. and I was starved.  “Can we at least eat something?” I asked.

“I thought we were just going to get crab cakes tonight,” John said.

“For Pete’s sake,” I groused.  “John, I have to eat something.  I’m hypoglycemic and if I don’t have something to eat on a regular basis, I get VERY cranky.” (At the same time, I’m thinking, “Hey, you ate like a pig at breakfast but some of us eat little meals and we need to eat more often.”)

We then wandered around for another 45 minutes or so looking at posted menus and discarding those options because they were “too expensive” until, in desperation, I herded everyone into the big Barnes and Noble bookstore on the waterfront.  At least I was able to have a soda and a lemon bar for lunch.

Inside Original Smoke Stacks

Inside Original Smoke Stacks

The bookstore was pretty interesting.  I don’t know what the original building was used for but it had three big smoke stacks that ran right up inside the building.  B & N had opened up one of the stacks so you could look inside and see the thickness of the walls.

After more wandering around looking at the outside of the buildings/museums, we headed back to the hotel and took naps.  Who knew that not seeing anything could be so exhausting?

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It was finally time to head back to Lexington Market for John’s coveted crab cakes.  We had heard that the cakes at Faidley’s in the market were some of the best in Baltimore.  First we had to “run the gauntlet” yet again through an even bigger crowd of tough-looking people.  I kid you not…I thought I was going to be knifed at any moment.  Of course, John with his long legs was way ahead of us, the Commander was hobbling along because his knee was killing him, and I was huffing and puffing but wasn’t about to stop.  When we finally got to the traffic light across from the market, John took one look at me and said, “Don’t get so stressed.  You just have to act like you own the sidewalk.”

“Can it!” I snarled.

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We made it to Faidley’s and got our crab cakes but by then I was so stressed out that I felt sick to my stomach.  While the rest of my group happily shoveled their food in, I could barely get two bites down.   Darn!  And it really looked good, too.

“Are you going to eat that?” John asked.

“No, go ahead and take it,” I said, pushing my plate over to him.

Thanks to Rose, we walked back to the hotel via a different street which wasn’t quite as traumatic and, thank God, was downhill all the way.

Our day ended with dessert at a yuppy establishment around the corner from our hotel.  FINALLY, I felt like I was back on familiar territory.  The dessert was excellent, by the way, and we got to sit down which was a good thing because my feet were killing me.

Stay tuned for Day Three of our Baltimore jaunt.

 

 

 

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