On this our first half-decent day of don't-jinx-it spring, ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
spatch and I left the house in search of pizza. What with having a family crisis in the middle of Pesach and not going shopping for the first time in weeks until last night, I was rather desperately in need of bread with things on it. We found it at Regina Pizzeria in the North End; to get there, we took the Orange Line to Community College and walked the footpath underneath the Northern Expressway that I now know is called the Millers River Littoral Way, after the lost river whose quondam soundings are etched into the concrete of the path, then under the Zakim Bridge and across the Charles River Dam and out onto the harborwalk on the other side of the rust-angles of the North Washington Street Bridge. Afterward we got one chocolate-dipped cannoli and one piece of marzipan cunningly decorated to look like a kiwi slice from Modern Pastry and enjoyed them on a bench in Christopher Columbus Waterfront Park, where there were couples sunbathing and kids playing in the fountain and we were hassled by an opinionated anti-Trump voter, which was a fascinating experience since we disagreed with nothing he said and we still wanted him to stop yelling at us. Rob had a rehearsal at MIT, so we caught the Red Line from Park Street and I worked my way home on the buses.
And I remembered for the first time in months to bring a camera, so please enjoy a lot of pictures under the cut.
( Beneath the powerlines you ran ahead. )
I had a much less pleasant evening than I had hoped once I got home, but I am pleased with these pictures; my husband is home from his rehearsal; there are cats. I like this city. It was a good walking day.
spatch and I left the house in search of pizza. What with having a family crisis in the middle of Pesach and not going shopping for the first time in weeks until last night, I was rather desperately in need of bread with things on it. We found it at Regina Pizzeria in the North End; to get there, we took the Orange Line to Community College and walked the footpath underneath the Northern Expressway that I now know is called the Millers River Littoral Way, after the lost river whose quondam soundings are etched into the concrete of the path, then under the Zakim Bridge and across the Charles River Dam and out onto the harborwalk on the other side of the rust-angles of the North Washington Street Bridge. Afterward we got one chocolate-dipped cannoli and one piece of marzipan cunningly decorated to look like a kiwi slice from Modern Pastry and enjoyed them on a bench in Christopher Columbus Waterfront Park, where there were couples sunbathing and kids playing in the fountain and we were hassled by an opinionated anti-Trump voter, which was a fascinating experience since we disagreed with nothing he said and we still wanted him to stop yelling at us. Rob had a rehearsal at MIT, so we caught the Red Line from Park Street and I worked my way home on the buses.And I remembered for the first time in months to bring a camera, so please enjoy a lot of pictures under the cut.
( Beneath the powerlines you ran ahead. )
I had a much less pleasant evening than I had hoped once I got home, but I am pleased with these pictures; my husband is home from his rehearsal; there are cats. I like this city. It was a good walking day.
