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Boston Fireworks!

For a few days this week, by the chance of luck and a good friend, we are staying in what I’m calling “our very own pied-a-terre” in Beacon Hill. I’m trying not to overreact too much about it, but if I was going to be honest I’d basically tell you I’m living in a magical dream right now. We are steps away from Charles Street, the Public Garden, and really truly anything we want to do. Boston is so walkable and I love that about this place. I hope if you live here you enjoy it. I hope when you walk around you look up at the pretty that is everywhere. When I lived in the heart of the city for a few years after college I don’t know if I appreciated it as much as I should have. But now… dang! This place is special!

Last night we watched the fireworks from the roof of Rachael’s apartment. It’s the same place we had our picnic from this post and it is perfection on a summer night. Add another extravagant food display and a dose of fireworks and you’ve got yourself a real party.

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A staycation in the city and we are just loving every minute of it.

H A P P Y   F O U R T H   O F   J U L Y!

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P.S. The fireworks were on the third this year because of heavy thunderstorms forecast for the fourth. The celebration was supposed to start at 10:30, but at 10:07 the sky lit up with the prettiest sparkles there ever were. 20 minutes later, the fireworks were finished, after a grand but seemingly short finale. The sky was so bright pink even though it was close to half past 10 in the evening. The most exciting part of the night was hearing a wave of screams suddenly from the Esplanade. We could hear it all the way from Beacon Hill! I looked over to see what the noise was about and you could SEE the crazy rain pouring down from afar— you could see the rain crystal clear in the distance and although we were dry at the time you could also see that it was quickly heading right towards us! Zan’s yelling “LIGHTNING! LIGHTNING!” and I’m all “Ahhhhh!” so we scooped up our picnic just as fast as our hands would work and headed inside just as the thunder, lightening, and POURING RAIN came down. We closed all the windows and laughed and laughed. I feel bad for all the crowds that were down by the water, but am VERY thankful for our quick cover and a good memory for the books!

Canto 6, Jamaica Plain

CANTO 6, Jamaica Plain

I’d like to say I stumbled upon Canto 6 one day, out of the blue, out of nowhere. I’d like to say that I was walking down the street, looking down at my phone like I sometimes do, or up at the sky breathing summer in, and that the smells from this small but perfect bakery caught me by surprise and that I aimlessly wandered in. But that’s not the way it happened. The way it happened is that I gloriously traveled to San Francisco awhile back {you may remember} and that Zan and I searched out Tartine Bakery {because of the recommendations!} and that I posted an instagram of the goodness, and that someone commented that I should try Canto 6, a hidden gem in JP, right in my very own Boston.

And so it happened that I did try Canto 6. I looked it up one day that I was in Jamaica Plain– went back into my sea of instagrams to find the photo, find the comment, just so I could find the bakery.

And you should find it, too.

Perfect pastries, sweet and delicious. An original that’s not to be missed.

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Canto 6

3346 Washington Street
Jamaica Plain, Ma 02130

617-983-8688

rooftop magic.

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A picnic on the roof last night enjoying the sunset overlooking the city.

I don’t know if a better evening exists.

It was the perfect temperature, warm, but breezy, filled with delicious food and drinks, and friends that always make me smile.

I had a really long day yesterday. Doing this and doing that, driving here and driving there. Traffic e v e r y w h e r e. The one upside to being busy is when the day is through and all the doing is done you really feel like something spectacular. And last night was SPECTACULAR. Natalie and I headed over to Rachael’s for a little summer soiree on the roof. We climbed through her office window and made our way up the slanted shingles until we arrived at the tip top– a wide open space with the most amazing views of the city. I brought a blanket and some pastries, Natalie brought some wine and cheese. Rachael supplied the crackers and the view. And Joe! Dear Joe kept us cozy with sweaters and candles and drinks– the tastiest I’ve had in awhile.

Last night was the perfect way to end a day. Real rooftop magic — the sweet summer kind. 

sweet summer // a love letter.

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Sweet summer.

My favorite time of year, hands down, without a doubt. The breeze is good and the sun and the trees have this shadow play that makes walking through the city like something out of a fairy tale. Spots of sunshine everywhere you look– the most glorious Monday I’ve had in awhile. This summer, like every summer, I’m doing a little babysitting in the city. It’s something I look forward to each year because it gets me out and about, and puts a little spending money in my pocket. Today we walked to not one, but two parks with lunch at the Buttery, too! Not a bad start, I say. Let the fun begin.

Bike rides and farmer’s markets.

Ice cream making and hammock swinging.

Beach days and backyard nights.

Peppermint patties out of the fridge!

This summer is going to be a busy one and I have lots of plans to do all the things. I can’t wait to read all the books, and watch all the Party of Five my heart desires, and finish telling all there is to tell about our West Coast Adventure. I also can’t wait for when the days are hotter than hot just so I can bask in my bikini in the sweltering heat of my un-air conditioned apartment soaking in the glory of it all. I will enjoy every minute of every day of this sweet season of bliss.

LONG LIVE JUNE AND JULY, and August you’re meant to be mine.