Boston
It’s true that I miss San Francisco like crazy, almost every day.
But then I see pictures like this.
These are pictures taken by Lisa Rigby of a wedding in the Old North Church-situated in the North End, it is where Paul Revere arranged for lanterns to be hung (you know, “one if by land, two if by sea”) to warn the American colonists of the British invasion.
It’s sad that it takes a picture to remind me, but it is images and history like this that make me think, holy crap. I live in BOSTON. The center of American history, this place that rumbles with the beginnings of our country.
I think it is because I live in Brighton, which is the equivalent to the Outer Sunset for you SFers out there. The North End is far and away my favorite part of Boston, and not only is it clear across town but it is TINY-about 1/3 square mile. The streets are narrow and cobblestoned, the buildings are tall and brick, there are graveyards that abut houses and over 100 restaurants.
If my school were not in godforsaken Chestnut Hill I would live there, hands down.
