I had a reunion with a friend that I haven't seen in three years. It was every moment blissful as I anticipated it to be. We went kayaking in the Nahanton Park, and by the marshes, we were able to see swimming mallards and geese, as well as flying swallows (with a distinguishable silhouette of its wings). Later in the day, I got my CharlieCard (public transit card of Boston, adding to my collection of DC's and NY's Metro card and the Bay Area's Clipper card), and we headed to the Boston Public Market and the outdoor Haymarket.
Haymarket reminded me of home, specifically San Francisco's farmers' market, where lots of ethnic and local individuals alike shop for discounted produce. The produce was smaller, imperfect, some riper than other, but definitely worth the price. Ethnic distributors added color and personalities to the stalls, and we enjoyed watching the vendors exchange sass, some 80-something old Italian men and some 20-something Hispanic fashion-conscious (giant fur coat and chains, anyone?) hard workers. My favorite part of the market was the Rawbar, complete with American flags and fishermen-shuckers selling six fat, juicy clams for $5 on a paper plate--squeezed lemon and a house-made spicy cocktail sauce. Delicious.