Alan Ilagan

After our meal at Rocca, we took a leisurely walk back to the condo, and in the twilight the closed shops offered their own magical enchantment.

Window-shopping is usually better than the real thing, affording the visceral thrill without the monetary set-back. In the light of night, it becomes a surreal experience.

Here the shops of the South End sell their wares silently, somewhat secretly, to the denizens who walk the night.

It always looks prettier looking in than looking out. I don’t know why that is.

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