Notes

The street which runs in back of the Berklee School of Music is named, appropriately, St. Cecilia.

Very narrow streets of red brick buildings with columns of bay windows, low-growing junipers and tall leafy trees--if the sun is right, they look like the canyons back home or in Utah.

I have seen more things saying or signaling "Boston Red Sox" in the last six hours than I have in my entire life.

I am in love with the Boston Public Library.

I am in love with Trinity Church (at Copley Square).

Tomorrow I plan on falling in love with either the Harvard Natural History Museum or the Boston Public Gardens, depending on the weather.