It's been a relatively quiet week, workwise, by which I mean no tight deadlines. It's given me some needed breathing room. Not enough to clean the house, mind you, nor marketing or any number of things I need to do. But a bit more puttering time. And time for stepping out the door and meandering in the sunshine hunting porch pumpkins.
We hung around town this weekend. On Saturday, we wandered through the Public Garden and over to Beacon Hill to find a bite of lunch, then up Cambridge St, by Government Center and Faneuil Hall. We passed the Edward W. Brooke Courthouse, built in 2000, which I've either never seen or somehow never noticed. That area of the city has changed a lot since the Big Dig tore down the old central artery overpass. While I've reoriented myself in the past 5 years or so to the changed landscape of so much of what used to be the great divide cutting off the North End and the waterfront from downtown, I guess I haven't walked around that particular sprawl of land. In my 20s, when I used to drive in to Boston to go carousing, I'd sometimes park down a side street across from where the Brooke Courthouse now stands to avoid the parking fees in the big parking garage. All so long ago!
On Sunday, friends came into town and joined us for brunch at the Met Back Bay, which was wonderful - both the company and the food. The overnight and morning rains ended as we ate and the sun came through to enrich the colors on our brief post-brunch walk in the Public Garden and brick walkways on Marlborough St. Since we were busy talking, I didn't take any good photos, but seeing the old usual stomping grounds through visitors' eyes enriched the view even more than the rains.