After wandering around Beacon Hill last week, my friend and I wandered over to the South End, where we wandered some more. I hadn't been in the neighborhood for years, and this time, the South End - though obviously very Boston - reminded me a little of Hartford. (If you've been to both, or read my posts on Capitol Avenue, Congress Street, and Lewis Street, you might see the resemblance too.)
We peeked into tiny adorable hipster stores and wondered how they stayed in business. We admired autumnal decorations and diminutive doors tucked beneath front stoops. We strolled down the middle of empty streets, wondering where Boston residents go on weekends.
After we had wandered long enough that I could feel blisters forming on my toes, I