See & Do
Whale skeletons, a chapel straight out of Moby-Dick and a fort at the end of the South End. Go look at something.
A working harbor, a pile of history and more malassadas than your cardiologist would like.
The Whaling City. Birthplace of about a thousand guys named Manny. Here's where to go, what to eat and how to find parking downtown. (You won't.)
Six ways into the city. None of them involve a listicle.
Whale skeletons, a chapel straight out of Moby-Dick and a fort at the end of the South End. Go look at something.
Portuguese bakeries, scallops and linguiça. Where to go and what to order.
Downtown, the Ave, the South End, the West End and over the bridge. Learn the difference before you ask for directions.
Whaling, Melville and Frederick Douglass. The story of the Whaling City, told straight.
The Feast, and whatever else is worth leaving the couch for.
Routes, parking and getting around on foot. Read it before you get in the car.
Straight answers to the questions every visitor asks. You’re welcome.
About an hour. Two if it’s a Friday and Route 24 hates you. Please stop asking.
It’s the most valuable fishing port in the country, genius. What the hell were you expecting, lavender?
Sure, the skeletons at the Whaling Museum. The live ones wised up about 150 years ago and moved.
Scallops, a malassada, and whatever the lady behind the bakery counter tells you to get. Do not argue with her. You will lose.
No. The Cape is thirty minutes that way and costs three times as much to sit in traffic. Get over yourself.
Yes, you coward. Park the car, eat something, walk the cobblestones and catch the harbor at sunset. Then go home and brag.