Kyle (Boston’s last man standing) and I walked through the indoor shopping labyrinth known as the Mall, in search of pants. At one end is a round aquarium setup, which is labeled “Atlantis” on the map. I figured we found the lost island by the various Greek-esque fiberglass ruins for the fishies to play in. Not quite so impressive, until an enormous ray glided by and majestically smooshed its face against the glass.
Bar+Bistro for one last bourbon. Bath #3, and farewell to plush pillow and full size bed for a while.