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Tower, so there’s always something going on—today, a busy farmers’ mar- ket and kids splashing in the fountain. We wander down the leafy, elegant Commonwealth Avenue Mall to the Public Garden, where we linger on the tiny suspension bridge over the lagoon, watching the swan boats float by. Next, a quick visit to another flock of iconic Boston birds: the bronze brood of my fellow Boston mom Mrs. Mallard, from Robert McCloskey’s Make Way for Ducklings. Just across the street is Boston Common, the country’s oldest park and the centerpiece of the Emerald Necklace. It’s centuries old and busy all year: warm weather brings Shake- speare plays, informal softball games, and concerts; winter means ice- skating, sledding, and holiday lights. Today we dip our toes in the pond before heading for a real waterfront at Long Wharf. It’s just 20 minutes by ferry to Georges Island, one of 34 in
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McKinley Park. Founded in 1928, the garden was named for the city’s
Boston Harbor Islands National Park. Sadie loves exploring Fort Warren, built in the 1800s. Some of the old rooms and tunnels are quite spooky, so my phone flashlight came in handy! A sign for Jasper White’s Summer Shack reminds us of an upcoming sunset clambake—and our grumbling stomachs remind us to make plans to return soon.
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Angela J. Bass Urban sophisticate, shutterbug
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acramento’s got some bragging rights: no other city in the world boasts more trees per capita. (Bow down, Paris!) I set out early with my mom, Shelly, to soak up the spirit of the city in our favorite tree-laden parks. We bus it to Frederick N. Evans Memorial Rose Garden in historic
first parks superintendent, who set out to make it “a showplace of the city park system.” We rove the aisles, in- haling the sweet aroma of 1,200 roses. But we’re not here just for the
flowers, stunning as they may be. It’s nearing 9 a.m. and our free Vinyasa yoga class is getting under way on the vast lawn behind the garden. My mom and I unfurl our yoga mats as instructor Gina Garcia, founder of Yoga Across America, welcomes some 100 barefooted recruits of all levels and ages. After class, we catch the 34 bus to
Cesar Chavez Plaza, where the splash of Coleman Fountain distracts from the din of downtown traffic. It’s quiet today, but on in-season Wednesdays a bustling farmers’ market swarms with hungry state workers and local chefs seeking fresh ingredients—from plump nectarines and sun-ripened
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