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adrian's. Her building's hot water stopped working sometime yesterday, and there was still no hot water this morning. She very much wanted a shower, so instead of having lunch there (as we normally would have), we pulled on clothes and came over to my apartment.
We stopped on the way to get bagels at Bagelsaurus: got off the 77 bus at Porter Square and walked down Mass Ave to the bagel place. I took my mask off briefly, so I could smell the rugosa roses that had just started to bloom alongside Mass Ave. This is early for those roses (at least, I think it is, to the extent that means anything anymore), but I missed them entirely last year: I saw some through bus windows, but didn't think to get out, visit the flowers, and get on the next bus, and then the season was over.
I wouldn't have stopped at Bagelsaurus on a Sunday on my own, because the line on weekends stretches well outside the door, and the inside of the shop is crowded then, but Adrian was comfortable going in there masked, and I'm comfortable with her doing so, for something that brief. We then walked to the next bus stop inbound, and got a 96 to the end of the line, half a block from the farmers market. So we bought smoked salmon ("nova lox" and steelhead trout pate from the Boston Fish Company), plus frozen ravioli, peach jam, and apple cider, brought them home to Belmont, and had an excellent lunch.
The 71 and 73 were rerouted for a street fair, which is part of why we wound up at the farmers market; I'd been going to go back out after lunch and buy ice cream, and then I thought about a warm Sunday afternoon, and a street fair, and decided this would not be a good day for me to go to a small ice cream shop a block from Harvard Square. The farmers market is twice a week; Lizzy's is now open every afternoon and evening.
adrian's. Her building's hot water stopped working sometime yesterday, and there was still no hot water this morning. She very much wanted a shower, so instead of having lunch there (as we normally would have), we pulled on clothes and came over to my apartment.We stopped on the way to get bagels at Bagelsaurus: got off the 77 bus at Porter Square and walked down Mass Ave to the bagel place. I took my mask off briefly, so I could smell the rugosa roses that had just started to bloom alongside Mass Ave. This is early for those roses (at least, I think it is, to the extent that means anything anymore), but I missed them entirely last year: I saw some through bus windows, but didn't think to get out, visit the flowers, and get on the next bus, and then the season was over.
I wouldn't have stopped at Bagelsaurus on a Sunday on my own, because the line on weekends stretches well outside the door, and the inside of the shop is crowded then, but Adrian was comfortable going in there masked, and I'm comfortable with her doing so, for something that brief. We then walked to the next bus stop inbound, and got a 96 to the end of the line, half a block from the farmers market. So we bought smoked salmon ("nova lox" and steelhead trout pate from the Boston Fish Company), plus frozen ravioli, peach jam, and apple cider, brought them home to Belmont, and had an excellent lunch.
The 71 and 73 were rerouted for a street fair, which is part of why we wound up at the farmers market; I'd been going to go back out after lunch and buy ice cream, and then I thought about a warm Sunday afternoon, and a street fair, and decided this would not be a good day for me to go to a small ice cream shop a block from Harvard Square. The farmers market is twice a week; Lizzy's is now open every afternoon and evening.