Tomorrow we go back to Massachusetts. I'll miss the lush courtyards of South Beach--fringed palms and balconies. When I think of Boston, I think of cobblestones and brick--a cooler charm. With a little luck, I 'll keep some of the slower rhythm of our Flamingo Park neighborhood, where the playgrounds are filled with children, people actually stroll, and at twilight sit in the park, reading.
I have enjoyed your South Beach tales, Mim. Have a safe trip back to Boston. I stayed on Boylston St (?) once in late eighties in a tiny wee apartment, I was visiting my brother - he was studying at MIT, that was my first time in the USA. I also remember a HUGE Caesar salad!
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ReplyDeleteThe portion size in American restaurants are gigantic. I don't eat red meat anymore, but once when I ordered prime rib, it came hanging over the edge of the plate; actually it was more of a platter than a plate.
See you soon- on your northeastern evening stroll.
ReplyDeleteI've really liked the South Beach stories and photographs...I'm afraid that I've never been in love with Boston and you presented such an interesting, vibrant alternative.
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