There’s a sense of richness and authenticity when you walk the streets of Boston. It’s hard to miss the history all around you. It’s a perfect mix of old and new colliding together to make something unique and original.
This was a few weeks back when James and I walked through Boston commons, chinatown, the north end and then saw the sunset at the skywalk observatory. During our walk through the north end, we stumbled upon Mike’s Pastry and treated ourselves to tiramisu and a lemon cannoli. My life changed that day. I never snapped a picture of the cannoli because I ate it too fast, and I haven’t been back for fear of over indulging myself.