This ship was passing by the wharf outside the Institute of Contemporary Art, where we sat imbibing wine and vodka (not together: what do you take us for?)
That was in Boston. We took various T vehicles to get there. When we tottered out, we took the Silver Line back to Cambridge and went to outdoor jazz. I think a dj would have said it was smooth and delicious.
This is Stan Strickland and he is excellent. People were dancing in the streets, although my friend and I sat in the bleachers or whatever they were. Guatemalan jewelry was for sale and it was beautiful too. I may have been slightly intoxicated, but it was still beautiful.
May I say this about the Silver Line? No one uses it. It was empty coming and going, and my friend said it is always that way. Very odd. I felt like we were in Soylent Green or some urban thriller.
And that's only half the weekend, dear reader. Be here now.
A bientot
love,
becky
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