July 2015:  Boston, what a lovely city!  On my list since 2010 and so glad I made the trip now.  Last minute organisation: cleared the calendar, threw a few items in the suit case and off I arrived at an Inn, a lovely, homey floor near Copley place.   With similar weather pattern as Toronto, the week was sunny, clear and warm, the locals are extraordinarily friendly, their warmth and openness surpass all cities I’ve been to and I’ve been to a few!   As in NYC, my adventures  consisted of mostly walking and photographing everything and anything.  By dinner time the body mildly objected: despite the large intake of ice-cold water and iced coffees through the day, dehydration was evident; the rest at night was so needed!

The best parts:  great subway fares and no tax on clothing and shoes!  the Museum of Fine Arts was okay, I enjoyed the lovely afternoon admiring John Singer Sargent.  The exhibit had many murals and different canvases other than the usual portraits for which he was famous.  The museum is very organised and attentive to the displays.

Unlike NYC, Boston is older, charming and so very lovely.  It has two large parks and the surrounding water!  the harbour was so peaceful and well maintained with vines on trellis, paths for joggers…the compact town is almost manageable on foot .  I love the little boutique stores, the cobblestone pavements, the charm of all things European and yet with American accents everywhere (large stars and stripes in subway station walls..), and everyone has a smile or friendly eye contact as they pass me, some invite a talk and other, stop to give direction voluntarily as they see me consulting maps.

Surprisingly for a smaller city, Boston has a very large China town!  Vietnamese shops co-exist there but the prices are substantially more than the same in Toronto.  This is also where I saw my half-brother after 40 years absence.  I left when we were both in our prime youth, today life experience and the struggle for freedom which brought him and his family to America weighed down on his shoulder.  I could see it.  Perhaps the distance is still somewhat there for a bit longer for the oriental demeanour dominates his being.  The distance between us now is not the actual space but the difference between East and West.  But I am here, in Boston, with him at least for now.

Well, I’ve gathered a bit of material for my art inspiration.  Houses, blue sky, mature trees, people, JK, a brown lab puppy (which I fell in love with), many more!  Most will show up on my canvases, promise.