Cambridge and Harvard and Davis Square, Oh My!

Yesterday I took the subway into Cambridge. To get to Cambridge, the subway train comes above ground to go over a bridge and you can see the Boston skyline and harbor. It's a great view of the city. I walked around Harvard Yard (a grassy courtyard with trees and a lot of students laying around on blankets, studying and reading) and Harvard Square, which has street musicians and stores and is very lively. I was expecting more intellectuals sitting around playing chess and discussing philosophy or something. But really, everyone looked like they could go to MSU. Except they dress more trendy. I got a chai latte and just sat in Harvard Square and people-watched for a bit. Cities are so great for people watching, especially on the subway. Yesterday there was a man on the T who was yelling at his wife? girlfriend? on the phone but she obviously couldn't hear him because we were underground and cell phones don't work underground but he kept yelling anyway, while getting more and more upset, while doing leg crunches and other weird exercises from his seat. But I digress...in Cambridge, there were a couple stationery stores that I went into, which I was very excited about because I love stationery and note cards.

I was getting tired from walking around but felt like I should see more while I was out so I got back on the subway and took it to Davis Square. As soon as I got off the subway and saw mobs of people listening to live music, I knew I had stumbled upon a festival of some sort. Then I realized I had heard about the festival. It's called "HONK!" and it's an annual festival for street musician activists. Like the goal is to get people out in the streets playing instruments and singing and dancing and marching. It was basically eccentric people on horns and drums and more eccentric people watching them - all over town. Some people wore costumes. The whole thing was quite a sight and I will try to add a few photos soon so you can get a better idea of what I'm talking about. I got a burrito from a place where the workers were convinced that I spoke Spanish fluently (so apparently I look both Latina and Asian...I've been asked several times in the last few years if I'm at all Asian. Must be the almond eyes.) and even though they spoke English, we stumbled through an ordering in my broken Spanish. I took my burrito outside and observed everything for a bit while I ate. One of my favorite titled bands was the "Leftist Marching Band." I love this city!