scenes from Beacon Hill

I’m growing to love this part of the city – old and historic, quiet and full of memories, architecture speaking of years gone by. I recently had some shoes repaired at a shop near the State House, and instead of walking back up wide, busy Beacon Street to visit my favorite thrift store on Charles Street, I decided to wend my way among the quiet brick buildings, accented here and there with copper long since weathered to a minty green. (And among them – though I didn’t get a good photo – is a street named Joy. How delightful is that?)

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