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| Hazel, Minute Man National Historical Park, 2022 |
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| En-route from Harvard to MIT. It’s hard to take a picture while balancing a giant cannoli from Mike's Pastry (!!!) in the other hand. But still, I endure. |
Crossing the Charles River brought me to the posh district of Beacon Hill and their photogenic colonial-era Acorn Street. A previous smattering of rain left the cobberstones glistening in the photographs, and the uneven ground would also trip you up real quick if you're not careful.
The great part about legging it instead of taking the train is that I get to enjoy the climate. Autumn is great! It's a little chilly especially over the Charles River, but after an hour of brisk walk, I was warm enough to take off my scarf. And then my jacket. And also my cardigan. But also, you get to see the little things that make up life in Boston: people going on their lives, businesses setting up, all sorts of political signs and (beautiful) graffiti. And because it's October, there's a fair share of Halloween decorations up.
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| A church, with Pride colours and a Black Life Matters banner |
Mike's Pastry's traditional ricotta cannoli was amazing, y'all. I thought that eating one by myself was going to be way too much, even as I was munching down on it. But sometime between Harvard and MIT, I demolished the entire thing. And the great thing about walking into the city was that when I reached, I was positively ravenous. My next stop was Florina, a local pizzeria and sandwich stop. Even at 2pm, the queue is almost out of the door. And boy, the people behind the counter were slinging the hugest slices of pizza that I’d seen. I did a double-take when the customer in front of me got served his single slice, because their single is probably twice the size of any regular slice I’d encountered.
Pizza in hand, I stopped by Copley Square, where the weekly farmers' market was in full swing, selling honey, bread and fresh produce.
| I got a gorgeous loaf, and I couldn't resist snapping up several mini palm-sized pumpkins from the produce stall (below) |

Just a short walk away from Copley Square is Boston Common, and within the garden is Boston Common Visitor Centre. It marks the start of the Freedom Trail, and sells guidebooks and maps regarding many of the historical sites. Walking through the public garden feels like a piece of serenity away from the city skyscrapers. I thought the overcast sky and fog would mess with photography, but as it turns out, I actually like how the mist obscures the background to focus on the subject.
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| A statue of George Washington in the mid-morning mist |
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| City tours run regularly along the Freedom Trail. I chanced upon one tour led by a Paul Revere persona, with the American Revolution told through his point of view. |
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| Mushroom rigatoni and a glass of house red. |
































