when the lights go down in the city...

 

I've only been working from home a week, but I've already learned that I get a little stir-crazy after too many hours in the house — especially when it's in the 90s and we don't have air conditioning. When I wrap up my work, the last thing I want to do is sit on my couch and watch TV. Luckily we have a lot of exploring to do. 

Tuesday night we spontaneously headed into the heart of the city as the sun was setting. We ate tapas and split a pitcher of sangria, then went to the bar at the top of the Prudential building, pretending to buy drinks while we stole a peek at the view. 

And then two giant rats ran across my feet on posh Newbury Street. Rats or no rats, I love a city at night, don't you?