Always a necessary prelude to winter. Those colorful streets of Boston in the middle of autumn change the aerial vibrancy of the city. A public garden with nature possessing every hue imaginable. Emphatic smiles of local residents. The OG of brownstones.
It feels like an escape each time I sojourn. So calm and relaxed, compared to Manhattan. Even the low-soaring birds seem to recognize this college town as a quiet space. Boston University, MIT, and Harvard, right across the way. Bridges over Charles River.
New England’s capital. Moderately paced intraday, yet filled with an infectious energy that continues to fascinate my attention. Oh my, and the restaurants. I still reminisce about filet mignon on Newbury Street that changed my life some years ago. Salivation.
