I was truly blown away by Boston.
Beautiful, fresh, exciting, cultured, buzzy, open, it almost felt like the most wonderful cross between London and New York.
And nowhere in the city did we feel more at home than in Beacon Hill.
A charming red-bricked neighbourhood filled with history, winding streets, book shops, cafés and restaurants.
We strolled the sun drenched streets, surrounded by towering townhouses.
Falling in love with shops and houses as we went.
The steep, gas lamp lit streets filled with decorated doorsteps, fluttering American flags and autumnal wreathes on every door.
If only we celebrated autumn quite so spectacularly back home!
Or patriotism, for that matter.
We strolled down Acorn St (I’m willing to admit that heels may have been a poor choice here).
We visited the shops on Charles St.
Stopped into the locally beloved Tatte Bakery for a coffee & pastry.
Much needed jet fuel for a little more exploring in the brisk autumn sunshine.
Camel Coat (the most wonderful quality)
Grey jumper dress – Similar US (40% off)
Over the knee boots – Also in flats