The North End seemed as good a walking destination as any on Sunday, especially with Italian treats awaiting. Along the way, the Public Garden was full of people, dogs, and squirrels. Alas, the poor ducks were confined to an ever diminishing strip of puddle in the drained lagoon, awaiting refill (last year, it was filled in early April, so they have a few weeks to go). For the record, that's D's tiramisu in the photo above (I tasted it - delicious!). I had the traditional North End cannoli (excellent) along with a cappucino.
It was a very indulgent weekend. After visiting the Mapparium with my girlfriends on Saturday (see previous post), we headed to Newbury Street, where we were enticed in by the Mayan Weaver shop's 50% off jewelry sale, then we stopped at Swiss chocolatier Teuscher for a heavenly champagne truffle, followed by some art gallery browsing, and eventually cocktails at the Met Back Bay. After my friends headed home, D and I tried out the new creperie on Newbury St, which was very good and reasonably priced, topping it off by sharing a delicious chocolate mousse crepe.
Despite our indulgence, we did not set the Back Bay on fire. However, yesterday evening, a transformer blew out and caught fire, spewing out billowing black smoke and cutting power to over 20,000 residences across the city, including D's. He called me as the smoke was blowing heavily through his neighborhood and I told him to grab some things from his apartment - pitch black by then - and come out to my place in the suburbs. As of tonight, power is still out for over 12,000 residences, half of which are expected to still be dark until tomorrow, so I believe he'll be a refugee here for another night.
In other news, I had a very enjoyable lunch interview today and need to send off some writing samples. I thought things went well, I liked the guys I talked to very much, and it sounds like good work in a much more pleasant working environment. We'll see...