Weekly trip to Harvard Square

Every Saturday we go to Harvard Square to bring J to his singing class at the Longy School of Music.  In the nice weather we take the train.  We got in the habit of driving because of the huge amounts of snow we got this winter -- J uses a wheelchair (actually a special-needs stroller), and it became impossible to push it on the sidewalk.  We started driving, and I have to admit I kept that going even after the snow melted, out of laziness.  Starting next weekend, we'll take the train.  This weekend, we drove to Harvard Square, and J and I took the train home, because P needed his truck in the afternoon.

Harvard Square is beautiful in the spring.  We parked the truck and walked to J's class, passing beautiful buildings and gardens.

The houses are mostly on very small lots, but they make the most of what they have.  This garage is an example of something that could be very plain or even ugly in different hands, but these people have made it very attractive by using beautiful stone retaining walls.

Walter waits patiently outside the school while we bring J into class.

Then, when J is settled in his classroom, we head Crema, a popular cafe that serves delicious coffee and food.  On the way, we pass a flower shop that reinforces what the popular blogger over at Nellie Sold Her House to Us, says -- who needs the flower show when you can find beautiful flowers in your local supermarket, or in this case, flower shop?

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Crema is always mobbed, and tables are in high demand.  They have the outside tables set up now, which helps that situation.  Here's Crema.

They have a scrumptious variety of baked goods.  Also you can see some sandwiches there, which do not excite me so much.

They usually make a detailed and pretty leaf design in the foam of my mocha latte.  The coffee lady must have been in a rush today because I got this design.  An oyster shell?  A scone?  An ear?  Only the coffee lady knows.

Here's the kind of sandwich that does get me excited.  Crema makes their own English muffins, and then uses them to make the best breakfast sandwiches I've ever tasted.

We returned to Longy and picked up a triumphant singer.

And he and I and Walter headed home on the train.