More Things to Recommend doing in Boston

Darjeeling tea with milk and honey after lots of walking.

Meeting your daughter's friends.

Having a free computer to play with at the bed and breakfast.

Doing some yin yoga in the morning and working out the tightness from traveling.

Again, the T. I marvel at the beauty of public transportation. Why are suburbs so car-oriented when buses and subways and els make so much more sense?

Many, many bookstores. Even more restaurants. Nineteenth-century houses and twisty streets and brick sidewalks pushed up by tree roots.

The autumn sun falling across churches from the 1800s and a very old cemetary with tiny, grey, leaning gravestones.

Sitting on a couch at the Gap, waiting for my daughter while she tries on jeans, reading a new story by her just published in an annual
edited by a friend. She brought us one of the first copies out, just delivered in the mail. A great story. A wonderful, organic flow; lovely, interesting characterization; a sense of place; a sense of humor and whimsy and darkness lurking at the edges of the tale. Really good. No surprise there, but it still is wonderful to observe.