Oh, the North End. I live in you but I would never call you home.
The North End is at all times swarming with two types of people: tourists, and cranky, stone-faced, territorial old Italians. If you're a tourist you're probably wondering how to get to Paul Revere's House. Don't bother, it's not cool.
Stories are written every goddamed minute here, and it would be irresponsible not to document the characters and plots that unfold ceaselessly.
I will do my best to capture these images and stories and relay them to you in the most entertaining way possible.
Please comment if there is anything specific you think should be discussed.
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