I arrived in Cambridge Massachusetts on Friday, in advance of a week of intensive study at the MIT Sloan School of Management. Saturday was spent sightseeing with my group but Sunday I had to myself. It was proper cold and snowy — the kind of winter you just don’t get back in Scotland — but the sun was out and they say Boston’s the walking city, so I decided to trot across the nearest bridge and see what I could see.
I’ve spent enough time in other American cities to know this place feels quite different; perhaps a bit more calm and considered than New York or San Fransisco. I crossed the Longfellow bridge and the completely frozen Charles River (apparently they get rid of the snow drifts by trucking them down and dumping them in here) and stumbled upon Beacon Hill. From there I walked through downtown and, eventually, back to Cambridge.
