This past Sunday Zanner and I were totally tourists. We woke up early and had a pancake breakfast party, spent some time lounging on the couch, and then headed out to the Museum of Science for the afternoon. After our museum adventure I was planning on meeting some friends for dinner, so we took a stroll through the Back Bay to kill some time. Except with me, you’re never killing time, you’re stretching it out and soaking it in. At least, when there’s picture taking involved.
I love this part of Boston like no other. Back Bay is where I spent my first few years out of college. In my first real venture to a city I lived right in an apartment on Beacon Street. Back Bay is where I first fell in love with this town. It’s the place where I discovered the Charles River, and the perfectly gorgeous tree-lined Marlborough Street. It’s where I discovered the Commonwealth Mall, Copley Square, the Boston Public Library, and how easy it is to spend an entire afternoon on Newbury Street, yearning for pretty things and eating ice cream while doing it.
Sometimes being a tourist in your own city is important. It makes you look at things harder, makes you appreciate the beauty that’s there. Because if there’s beauty in a city, it’s here, my friends. It’s here.
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