They’re hard to miss. With guide book and cameras in hand they happily wander our brick sidewalks and potholed street looking at all the strange inhabitants. This group was right outside our font door as I was going down Beacon Street to get a paper at the Starbucks on the corner of Charles. Although they didn’t speak much (if any) english we exchanged happy smiles and went on our respective ways.
The problem wasn’t me, although to look at the guy in the red you’d think it was. No, what was bothering them was a load of rugs and some heavy furniture dangling from a high crane outside a 3rd floor window of a brownstone building on Beacon Street. The man in grey is yelling at someone across the road to “hurry the hell up” and the big guy in red is actually looking past me at yet another moving van coming down Beacon Hill.
We were on our way to breakfast when we passed this scene and needless to say getting out of the way of these guys as fast as we could was a priority. It was a fine photo op while it lasted though.
Is there any better way to start today?
A quick dash of generous beauty for the hundreds of pedestrians that hurry by this window every day. I felt like knocking on the door to say thank you.