We signed up for a walking tour from Hocus Pocus Walking Tours, after some interviewing to try to ensure that the tour wasn't too gruesome or woolly-headed. (Salem has a great variety of shops, museums, and tours catering to the sort of woolly-headed New Ager who is likely to believe themselves to be a reincarnation of one of the witches burned in Salem. (The convicted witches in Salem were hanged, not burned. That's part of my snarking.))
This demanded a quick dinner from a place in the Salem mall, and it was not very good. My memory is that my crabmeat sub tasted only of mayonnaise.
The tour was pretty good, with a reasonable mix of history, witch trial details, and a few ghost stories. It dragged one murder story out across three stops, which surprised me a bit; I would expect that in three hundred years, Salem would have acquired enough interesting murders to make it unnecessary to pad out this one to fit. I forget all the names involved, but the story chronicled a young man who hired an assassin to kill a wealthy man so that his mother (the rich man's housekeeper) would inherit his fortune. Unfortunately, he bragged about his scheme in the pub where he was establishing his alibi, thus proving that egregiously stupid crime does not pay.
We finished up with ice cream from Maria's Sweet Somethings, at the recommendation of the tour guides. Ralph had the black raspberry ice cream, Lori had the snickers ice cream. It was good, but not particularly astounding. It might have been the smallest cone we got in New England. Being smaller isn't a bad thing, since most of the cones we got were too large for my taste, but the price was comparable to that of the large cones we'd gotten elsewhere.
Maria's did have a great outdoor display. I had taken this photo earlier in the day.
Up next: Cappy's Trackside Kitchen and Plimoth Plantation