One of my favorite things about Boston is its proximity to the ocean. One of the greatest tragedies of Boston is that it doesn’t do nearly enough with its ocean-front real estate. They’re getting it right in the Seaport district- with the way the new restaurants have large, sliding glass windows that open onto the boardwalk overlooking the ocean. But in Boston proper, they’ve done a poor job of utilizing the stretch of ocean that would make a beautiful back-drop to small cafes and restaurants (granted, if restaurants were to open right on the water in the city, they would undoubtedly be large chains or sports bars and I don’t think we need another Sel de la Terre or Jerry Remy’s, if you know what I mean).
When it comes to New England beaches, I much prefer them in the colder months rather than the summer. I love the smooth sand, stretching like a secret along the hungry water. I like the cold wind whipping through my hair and the stillness. I love taking the ferry to the Vineyard in the off-season, drinking in pubs with the locals who caught the seafood on the table early that morning, and watching the sun set over the water while snuggled tight in a blanket.
I don’t know if I’ll make it out to the ocean again before I leave for the UK- my weekends for the next month are already pretty booked- but I’d like to. I’d really really like to.