Pahking the Cahh in the Haavid Yahd

So, we didn't park a car in the Harvard Yard (hello, illegal!) but we did walk around it one weekend in October when we took a little journey to Boston with our pal, Mara, to visit her sister Liz and brother-in-law, Dave. They have a fantastic (read: enviable, spacious, bright, charming) apartment in a three-decker in Brighton. Somehow, I managed to take no pictures of the apartment, which is a real shame, because Liz and Dave are seriously industrious and their creations are worth documenting. She is an expert canner/preserver (we are gracious recipients of scrumptious home-made jam), Dave brews his own beer, and they've been pickling, and making mustards, pates and salsas. It was a warm and sunny weekend for a jaunt to New England, timed perfectly to see some gorgeous autumn leaves.


The world-famous Harvard Yard

We kicked off our adventure on Saturday at Head of the Charles Regatta, the world's largest two-day rowing event, with more than 8,000 athletes from around the world competing in 55 races.


Liz and Dave


Mara and Oliver

That night we were treated to a delicious home-made charcuterie dinner by Liz and Dave before a night on the town (which ended fairly early for Mara, Oliver and me, since we'd gotten up at the crack of dawn). On Sunday, we strolled around Cambridge and Harvard before heading to the bus. Boston and Cambridge are great because there's top-notch examples of Greek and Gothic Revival New England architecture at every turn.

Entering the campus









I recently mentioned that raw plaster is a trend on the rise in interiors. Well, as an old professor used to say, there's nothing new under the sun; as the plaster work on this building shows.


That's John Harvard in the distance.


Departing the campus

My dad is a proud Harvard graduate (Class of 1954!), so I gave him a call while we roamed the campus and he pointed us in the direction of is dorms and various buildings.

Thayer Hall, former home to my dad and Teddy Roosevelt. Not bad company, eh?

I couldn't resist sharing these photos of my dad in his Harvard days.

My dapper father is second from the left


Front and center (with the mitt), my dad as captain of the Harvard baseball team