Gray November slips imperceptibly into December, or it would were it not for holiday lights and decorations enlivening the scenery until snow comes to brighten things. The shoppers came out in Boston on Black Friday, although I suspect the suburban malls and big box stores were more crowded. We mostly poked around in a couple of small, independent stores on Newbury St. Then we walked through the Prudential mall just to get the T out to the MFA-Boston. We saw the John Singer Sargent watercolors exhibition, which was, I think, more crowded than the mall, with long lines to get in. D is a member, so we had a shorter line, but we still had to dodge many viewers in the galleries to see the paintings. They were lovely -- relaxed portraits of family members and friends at leisure and scenes from his wide travels, many billowing things from sails at the shore to tents in the desert to ladies' poufy dresses -- light playing over everything.
On Saturday, I met a friend in the morning for brunch, and then D and I went back out in the cold to Faneuil Hall, where we caught the tail end of the 28th annual Boston Tuba Christmas concert, featuring over 150 tubas (technically, some were Sousaphones). There is something inherently amusing about tubas, oversized and deeply bass, so 150+ tubas doing Christmas carols is a joyous thing. (A friend of mine once said you could show an audience a photo of a guy playing a tuba and get an instant laugh, and similarly someone playing an accordion. Then she and I went to a coffee shop in Denver when I was visiting her and we found a duo playing -- tuba and accordion!)
After a late lunch, D and I wandered around Faneuil Hall marketplace, browsing the vendor cart wares. And then, so soon, the sun went down and we took the T back home.