There were many things about Germany that surprised me. The friendliness of the people. How the countryside looked just like the southeastern part of Pennsylvania, where I’m from. The way in which every city seemed a place unto itself, each so different from all the others we visited.
Berlin was the most strikingly different city. I’ve never been anywhere like it, not in Germany or anywhere else. My boyfriend called is a modern-day Paris, and I think he’s right. The city has great and terrible histories – the marks are everywhere. Buildings are riddled with bullet holes. Triumphant gates and columns. Small golden squares sit deep in the sidewalk, remembering those who were taken from their homes. A modern building hugs and supports a destroyed church. In fact, modern buildings seem to hug and support the whole city. There are so few historic buildings left, especially downtown. The city seems to be endlessly being restored and rebuilt, and it gleams with the bright reflection of glass and color. Bouyant structures are everywhere.
New York City is a place that I pass through frequently, but barely get to spend any quality time in. This was true once again last week when I traveled home for a friend’s wedding. Only an hour and a half Wednesday, and the same on Sunday. What can you see in the city in that amount of time? Not much. It’s hard to escape the crush of Times Square and the accompanying tourists when travel takes you to both the Port Authority and Penn Station. The city becomes neon and paper, with billboards and brick clouding the sky. But if you look closely, there are still striking views to be seen. All the following photos were taken within one block (which, according to the all-knowing Wikipedia, is typically 900 feet long in Manhattan).
Every Sunday during the summer, a few parking lots in the South End of Boston are overtaken by arts and crafts vendors, a farmer’s market, and a vintage market. These markets, plus bevy of food trucks, make up the SoWa Open Market. Today was summer perfection: high 70s and sunny, the perfect weather for a trip down to the South End.
The walk from Back Bay to SoWa took me through one of my favorite parts of the city. The brownstones are reminiscent of those in New York City, and the area has a calm that isn’t found in most of Boston. People were out walking their dogs, spending time with family, and enjoying the sun. The light was fantastic.
The market was busy when I arrived and I was tempted by the many different jewelry stands, but I spent most of my time in the vintage market. The colors and textures were what most caught my eye:
If you’re in the market for anything vintage, hand-crafted, or fresh from the earth, definitely check out the SoWa markets. It’s a great way to spend a Sunday afternoon.