Charles Street store fronts in the morning, Beacon Hill.
I've recently begun taking a new route to work in the morning, one that takes me through the brick streets of Beacon Hill rather than the paved walkways of the Commons.
I've always felt a strange pull to Beacon Hill. I've been in that neighborhood for a few prolific and important life events, and few times more than that. There is something rare and enchanting about that neighborhood to me; the lamps, the hills, the brownstones with their secret alleys behind wrought iron gates.
This morning, taking this new route, it struck me how much Charles Street reminds me of Saint Germain, the neighborhood I stayed in while in Paris last spring. Something about the sounds of things being unloaded from trucks as stores are just beginning to open, water on cobblestone walkways, sleepy window displays meeting the first flecks of sun.
I missed Paris very much. I felt glad to live in a city that pays so much homage to places like Paris.
I wish you all beautiful spring mornings this week.
Back soon with more art.