boston & the boy.

there were only three preferences requirements when it came to deciding on where to go for our first anniversary getaway:

a} cobblestone streets.

b} a pretty bed & breakfast.

c} food. and a shitload of it.

my first thoughts went to montreal. we'd have all the cobblestone old montreal had to offer, literally 24 million b&b's to choose from and the chance to score reservations at 'garde manger', the restaurant the adorable chuck hughes owns and films his show from. then we discovered that it would be the grand prix weekend and that everyone and their mother would be in mtl. so we scratched that bidness.

then we considered new york city, having been there before and falling in love with it, we liked the idea of being able to see some of the things we didn't get to see the first time around. cobblestone? check. b&b's in brooklyn? check. food? seriously?

but when paulie mentioned boston, we stopped looking elsewhere. boston it is. boston it was.

the whole thing was booked and planned within a day or two, and all i had left to organize was what i wanted to wear each day, and how many pairs of shoes i could squeeze into my our suitcases (5 to be exact). we would have 3 nights and 4 lovely days to spend exploring what is now my favourite biggish city. i loved it even more than new york, and more than montreal too. it's no italy, but it's good. reeeeal good. in our short time there, we were able to explore some of the sweetest neighbourhoods, eat meals on patios, enjoy all the luxuries our stunning b&b had to offer, catch a red sox game on a perfect sunday afternoon, cuddle in boston common, drool over the harvard campus and really get to enjoy each other's company. it was a lovely, romantic, easy weekend. 
please go to boston.