|happy times at Quincy Market!|
CambridgeI love the Irving House, with its carpeted stairs, the Bengali cook (with a pretty vermillion streak), and stacks of novels (free for the taking!). It was a hop and a skip away from Harvard's Memorial Hall, where we ambitious young ones convened for an information session. Mira Nair, speaking to us from the opening video, encouraged all applicants: "You have nothing to lose, and everything to gain." ~
Matchmaker, matchmaker, make me a match! This was the soundtrack to our week of college-touring.
We located a natural foods shop called Life Alive, where dishes were dubbed "The Lover", "The Sufi Poet", or "Coconut Alive". The inside was crawling with green things, as was each plate. The food was inspiring - it left you radiant rather than indolent. Many people cringe at such hempy and nutritional-yeasty offerings, but the community of Cambridge was all for it!
|mushy nosh: "The Lover"|
|the Charles is the bluest river I've seen!|
|Stumbled upon the Borromeo String Quartet rehearsing in a closet-sized corner room|
Mom and I spent so much time losing our way that we missed our rental car appointment. After a slightly harried, unforeseen trip to the airport to pick up another car (a lime-green shoebox), we began the journey to Williamstown, located in Massachusetts's farthest corner. We smuggled the free walnut cake from Irving House to sustain us, and thus began our most wearisome expedition yet - maneuvering the Mass. turnpike for three lightless hours.
|late-night arrival. Happy to see pillows|
|The House on Main Street|
|state-of-the-art facilities at Williams College, nestled in a village|
|nature's lace doilies|
We collected new acquaintances: a Virginia couple celebrating their 45th anniversary; a schoolteacher with very large eyes; a theatrical innkeeper-chef; a widow with a connection to California... My favorite guest was a 95-year-old man, who fought in the Battle of the Bulge. The exchange of words gathered momentum as we fed ourselves eggs, grits, and Brazilian beans. Testy to begin, friends at fin.
|conducting no one at Tanglewood :)|