Boston is a city lover's city, at least in tolerable weather. People live in Boston: they walk Boston's streets, play in the playgrounds, eat in the restaurants, read and run and dream and get mushy-romantic in the parks, rush to work on the subways and buses, shop in the city's not-box stores, sit outside their apartments on folding chairs to yak, and the local brotherhoods have little street parades. I just visited my family in Boston. I packed expecting at least some dreary fall days, but instead the weather was perfect, a full-blown, never-ending advertisement for autumn in New England. It was so perfect that the bright sun-filled days made for tricky picture-taking. Here are some anyway.
Below are some pictures of the North End, the old Italian section of Boston. Some of it has gone upscale, but it still is the old Italian north end.
One of the narrow pedestrian-only streets
Halloween decorations on a balcony.
Pumpkins in windows across from the playground my granddaughter plays in.
Views from the balcony out back of the bed and breakfast I stayed in.
A playground nearby
One day we went apple-picking and pumpkin-buying.
The leaves were beautiful. Photos don't do them justice.