I imagine life being good in Boston. When I was there last year, I felt like I was encompassed by elegance and culture and history. I realise it is because I was on vacation, liberated from my corseted schedule, free to absorb all that I found intriguing and to breathe and sleep deeply. But I often indulge a little and imagine how fortunate I would feel were I able to see what's good about Boston any time I like.

My impression while walking its downtown was such that every landmark is relevant and they all originated years and years ago, back when correspondance was meaningfully crafted and attire was a production. I breezingly perused the shops on Newbury Street without feeling inundated with street vendors. There are swirls and spirals of wrought ironwork everywhere, framing condo steps, as in this photo, as well as the shops. Sunday morning held no more vexing consideration than deciding which restaurant's charming outdoor patio to visit today. And never mind about having slept in from last night's socialising: they do brunch, not breakfast... priorities!

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