It was a lovely cool day today in Boston. I’ve retreated to odd hours and back streets, because the city is filling up again.
One of the things that fascinates me about entire blocks of identical row houses or brownstones is how each segment has been pimped or trimmed or painted through the years to give it individuality.
This street has so many lovely examples that it’s hard to choose which one is my favorite. But I admit a fondness for the simple, clean white.