Cambridge, MA. May, 2008

It's easy to find "showoff" monuments within the Mount Auburn Cemetery. Sure, there are simple tombstones, too, but you don't have to walk far to come across something like this sphere.

Cambridge, MA. May, 2008

Neo-Egyptian. That's what they call this main gate at the Mount Auburn Cemetery, the first "garden-style" cemetery in America. So many beautiful and touching monuments within. I'll post a few the next couple of days.

Watertown, MA. September, 2016

My friend Donna doesn't like her picture taken. Hence the veil. But I can assure you that it came down mighty quickly when it was time to eat our lunch. As Donna ordered it, "Eggplant Parm, light on the sauce, fries instead of pasta." We also had a standard salad (iceberg lettuce, two grape tomatoes, two olives, blue cheese dressing on the side) to start and tapioca (yes to the whipped cream) to finish. Old-school Italian-American right down to the tablecloth.

Montreal. October, 2007

"Go to the store and pick me up some sausages." Um, you'll need more information than that if you're shopping in a sausage-loving city like Montreal. Here's some of what's on offer within its Atwater Market.

Montreal. October, 2007

One of the pleasures of visiting Montreal at Halloween time is seeing little kids (and sometimes their parents) walking the streets in costumes. The city seems so much less uptight than some of its New England neighbors. Here, "witches' fingers" in a pastry shop within the Atwater Market.

Montreal. October, 2007

Another view of the small Carre Saint-Louis. I love that the neighbors of this residential square take advantage of the peace and quiet it offers. This man reads his newspaper. Others get an over-stuffed sandwich from the Slovenia delicatessen nearby and enjoy it on one of the many shaded benches. Even as the weather turns chilly.

Montreal. October, 2007

This is the time of year that Dr. Blake and I used to regularly go to Montreal. Until we started going on European cruises. This year, we're doing neither. So I'll post some memories of Quebecois trips past. Like this one, taken within the placid Carre Saint-Louis, just steps from the bustling Boulevard St. Laurent.