Autumn was everyone’s favorite season in the North End. The feasts were over, the air was crisp and cool, the smell of burning leaves would drift in from the suburbs, the kids were back in school, and it was wine-making season. Old Italian men kept their traditions alive and made wine in many of the Read More…
A street has a daily rhythm—a commercial street particularly so. Some shopkeepers understand the rhythm because they watch the street. Others are oblivious, as are most pedestrians. Sidewalk cafes are places to find a street’s rhythm. Each Boston street is different, as is a street in Paris compared with a street in Boston. While you Read More…
It finally feels like Spring and the daffodils are blooming in all their yellow glory. Every year, a neighbor reminds me to take photos of the daffodils at Copp’s Hill Burying Ground. This gallery is the result. Enjoy! Photos by Matt Conti More daffodils!
