Not only did I have a dose of the man flu, but the weather had taken a distinctly wintry tone, and the rain was coming done solidly for most of the time we were there. Then, on the last morning, the skies cleared and the sun came out.
It was crisp and clear when we walked across from our hotel to Boston Common, wandering around the pond where the Swan Boats paddle in summer. The trees were well into their fall colours, bright reds and yellows amongst the faded greens.
It's something we really don't get here...