Two of my favorite people from college currently live and study in Cambridge, MA, where they are working on PhDs at Harvard. I last saw them in November '15 and thought it might be lovely to see the northeast at the end of summer, where it bleeds ever so slightly into fall.
One of my hosts is a darling redheaded chef with a predilection for casually sharing funny snippets from Louisiana life...as well as for canning his own fruits and veggies. That is just how together his life is. Meanwhile here I am, forgetting about moldy nectarines in my fridge and having to throw them out.
I've been to Boston something like 5 times in my life and had never so much as set foot in the Beacon Hill area until now. It has a frozen-in-time kind of sedate charm.
I always love a night walk. Especially in cities, beneath twinkling lights and hard angles.
In the city we met up with an old high school friend of mine, enjoyed a few Wahlburgers (I could not resist - the name was just too good), & helped my hosts shop for a fancy new duvet cover at West Elm (expressions of domestic excitement not pictured).
The House of Seven Gables.
On Saturday we got a little group together and did something a little different - we rented a Mini Cooper (adorable despite being daubed with mysteriously orange bird poop) and took a short road trip up to Salem, home of Nathaniel Hawthorne as well as those infamous witch trials.
We took a short tour of the House of Seven Gables & its grounds and got to scale a few sets of creaky, wooden stairs leading to hidden halls and rooms.
Salem brought us near the sprawling Devereux Beach, where we unpacked a picnic we had...well, overpacked that afternoon.
Always love an excuse to wear this crop top, yusss.