The same weekend that Suzie and I were in Boston for the ‘Cigarettes After Sex’ show, my Mom and my niece were opening a girls weekend in the same city, which meant it was a family weekend in every sense of the world. Susie and I walked from the Paradie Rock Club all the way back to the condo because the night wasn’t to brutally cold. The legendary Citgo sign was illuminated, and I’ll return to the vaunted intersection when Skip and I make our Red Sox sojourn in August. For now, it was the cap on a magnificent evening of music.
The next day dawned in semi-sunny fashion, and since we weren’t scheduled to meet up with Mom and Emi until dinner time, Suzie and I found spring at the Isabella Stewart Gardner Museum. We both needed a fix of green. And beauty. And art.
It reignited my ongoing quest for a tree fern, and upped my antsy for pink daffodils.
The magnificent center courtyard was the balm for the crappy spring weather we’ve had of late. We soaked it in upon entrance, then returned to it at the end of our tour because that’s where the heart is made whole.
{More to come…}
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