beacon hill

after parking we began the trek up pinckney street to albi's apartment. the incline was extreme, and the epic hike was grueling. miraculously, justina did not spill her coffee all over herself.

we waited for albi in louisburg square. "why does this place smell like dog shit?" ... justina was insightful: "because there are so many fucking dogs shitting around here!"

we looked around the square for albi, but all we found were middle-aged men in sweaters and dress shirts hitting baseballs (squash balls?) at their luxury cars. sporting only one collar each, we were probably running afoul of the neighborhood dresscode, so i was glad when albi appeared and ushered us into his apartment.