I will be leaving Boston in a few weeks. I thought that walking along the Freedom Trail would be one of the ideal ways to commemorate Boston.
The best things in life are … well … they are not things. They are experiences that fill your heart with peace and joy.
Winter is that time of the year, when the trees shed their leaves, look gloomy and naked. The first time I came to States, I did not understand the tradition of lighting up the trees during Christmas time.
The ducks always showed their butts towards me no matter at which angle I wanted to take the pics.