Philadelphia
As expected, I'm getting more and more
lax about writing everything down. But perhaps it can be salvaged.
What are the high points?
We stayed, instead of at the shithole
Susse Chalet in Boston, at the home of Esther's grandmother, Ms.
Nadia Williams, in Rockport, Mass, or more specifically, Pigeon Cove,
Mass, which is a cape or something, jutting out into the Atlantic on
the north coast of the state, near New Hampshire. Her house is an
aging old house in the woods—the main part was built in 1660, and
then additions were built a hundred years later, and then eventually
more additions were added. We couldn't remember exactly how many
rooms there were, or how many total beds there were in the
house—attics and back stairways, etc.
The next night we stayed by the ocean
in “The Studio”—an A-frame, kinda, by the ocean, and at night
and in the morning we walked by the Ocean, the Atlantic.
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