From time to time I diverge from the main topic of used clothes to observe the disappearance of other aspects of what I will loosely term "material culture."
Over the weekend, with a desire to feel the ocean breezes of Boston Harbor, I headed to that section of the city where I spent the night at the Seaport Hotel, not a bargain, but still, it's peak tourist season and the hotel was offering a special deal. Because the coffee machine in the room was not working, I headed down to the lobby where I realized that it was a good time to take a walk, coffee cup in hand. The beautiful morning light was beckoning. On that early morning harbor walk, I stumbled upon a rather impressive set of buildings reminiscent of Ellis Island (and from the same era --1905). I walked between them to the building at the far end where two women came out of their cars and opened the door to that last building. They looked friendly.
I inquired, and received valuable information: this was the last working pier in Boston, where restaurants received fresh fish from fishing boats. The main building is now a wedding venue, which explains why the two women were there, along with trucks unloading dozens of stacked chairs.
I hoped to see a fishing boat unload its catch, but alas, it did not happen. I did make a modest photo essay instead.
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