The Wang Center for the Performing Arts is the home of ballet in Boston. And oh, the shopping. If you have the money.
Lights come on in windows and along the streets.
Traffic sounds seem somehow muted, the city's bustle and frenzy softened by the darkness and the cooling air. Along winding pathways in the Public Garden and on narrow, old brick sidewalks in this most European of America's great cities, it is time to slow down, to stroll, to look and to listen in wonder. Mallards squawk beside the garden's ponds and over the lazy Charles River, church bells chime evening's hours as people laugh and chatter about when to meet, where to dine. Alas, too many of our days are blurs of endless meetings, dental appointments and grocery store outings. Coffee from cardboard, a quick burger, and we're on our busy way again.