... to cross Cambridge...
...get on the Red Line...
...to cast one glance at the Charles River...
...make your way to the South End...
...for some hearty Shakshuka eggs (with North African tomato sauce and polenta) at the Beehive, where strains of jazz create a sweet backdrop for a comforting meal.
... and walk. Among heady blooms and the promising light green buds of the most inspiring season.
... and then walk some more.
...noting the many ways we all welcome spring.
My daughter an I finish with our usual circuit. This time, the park pond is with water, the skies are blue, the grasses are as green. Such basic pleasures.
In the late afternoon, she suggests a museum that is unknown to me -- the Institute of Contemporary Art. It's in Fort Point, across the waters leading up to the Harbor.
We have a fine hour looking through the exhibits, liking especially the candid photographs, yes, very much so, but loving also the views from the beautifully modern building.
Just a few blocks away, on a street of tall brick warehouse buildings, is a place that serves drinks on demand (aptly named Drink).
Tell us what you like, we'll come up with something to suit your cravings. I say -- spring like and refreshing! I watch mint being crushed with citrus juices. Sinfully good.
... and maybe with a bubbly addition? Such talent.
The sun is almost gone by the time we find the T stop and retrace our way on the Red Line across the river.
We eat at Helmand in Cambridge. The most satisfying pumpkin dish, followed by spicy meats and herby veggies.
In the end, a day to savor. Spring in Boston. With a daughter. What more could you ask for...
