harvard square. people watching galore.
a little patriotism in the midst of downtown crossing, not to be confused with downton crossing. It happens people.
I tend to return to the Charles River quite often, I have a big thing for sail boats. You can also always find a perfect spot to spread out, soak up some sun and read. As my co-worker so bluntly told me after I shared my weekend highlights, "Isn't that what everyone does in Portland? Hang out in parks, drink home brews and listen to The Shins?". I suppose I fit into that stereotype just a little bit.
boston public library.
mecca. I have been searching for good coffee (aka pdx coffee) since I moved here. When I spotted this sign I practically jumped with joy. Unfortunately the usual sighting of west coast hipsters were not found inside, but that's okay. The coffee made up for it.