Other days I have more success. One time, recently - that is: in the month of April, before my birthday but after my bike had been stolen - I headed towards Cambridge Antiques in east Cambridge in an attempt to replace the aforementioned bike. It's a four-story building filled with, for the most part, junk. There are 150 areas owned by different people, one flowing seamlessly into the other, with porcelain and umbrellas and sewing machines and jewelry and I went through it all, unable to find the bikes until I was pointed to them in the basement. I didn't end up getting one, and am still bikeless (it's my first real adult purchase, in a way, and I can't research it in the same way I could a laptop or a camera, stiffing my attempts thus far).
Empty handed, I started back, accidentally striking up a conversation with the owner of a historical bookstore, passing an old butchery, and settling in at an amazingly expensive restaurant for cake and coffee. Though, to the restaurants credit, 'Loyal 9' is a good Boston-history name, and it was airy and spacious and had a garage door fitted with glass which beautifully lets the light stream in even when it is closed to keep the hot air of the street out. They had a sign up which read "come and stay as long as you like" (which I tried to do but failed to come up with anything to do after I had finished drinking coffee from a hand-made cup.)
i supposed i should get some groceries
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| picture by MacDonald (https://www.baycitizen.org/news/visual-art/san-francisco-artist/) |
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