All photos via my not-so-smart phone.
Boston, I just fell in love with you!
Your suave & sunny weather, your whimsical clouds floating by.
Your city streets, alive alive alive with people.
Your buildings, big and small. The streets winding through them.
Your Back Bay seafood (!). And the fact that a guy sitting at the bar was friendly enough to offer his recommendations for the best dish on the menu. No hesitation to share what he knows.
"You made the right choice coming here," he said. "This is the best seafood in Boston."
I just smiled and felt how good fried clams are with salt, lemon, a little tartar sauce.
Is there anything better than living in the moment?
We people watched, and made up stories about the cooks in the kitchen.
How one was pissed, wishing he could be anywhere else but in front of that hot flame. The bartender said something like, "Story of my life."
I felt for him. Alive in the fire, I thought, sending him a namaste.
After the food, there was a girl on the street playing the harp. Feeling the music move through her. Beauty lives in all of us.
The city here breathes. Throbs. Just is.
It is what it is.
Thank you, Boston, for being here. I walk the path.