(Hiking around Walden Pond. I've come a long way.)
Peter and I went to Concord on a bit of a whim Saturday afternoon, and found ourselves completely charmed. This town was once home to Ralph Waldo Emerson, Henry David Thoreau and Louisa May Alcott. All their homes are open for tours, including Thoreau's teeny tiny cabin by Walden Pond!
(There's a man inside dressed in period costume answering questions like he is Thoreau. "I walk four hours a day...nature is my holy place.")
The center of town is darling, boasting not one but two independent book shops, an antiques store and The Cheese Shop, which is essentially my idea of heaven.
They stock wine, pate, fancy sandwiches and salads (I had a truly fantastic broccoli salad with dried cranberries, almonds and a creamy buttermilk dressing), and of course, huge amounts of delicious cheese.
When we were there, the Concord Museum was celebrating its 125th birthday, which included live music outside, apple cider, and free admission. I'd recommend it even without the free admission if you find yourself in the mood to learn a lot about Concord.
The Concord Festival of Authors is taking place over the next two weeks. The Lobster, Champagne and a Dash of History event (which includes a free glass of champagne!) sounds especially fun.
Afternoons like this make me feel confident that we made the right choice about moving to the Boston area. I might be singing a different tune come February when I've been cold for months with no end in sight, but for now, it feels like home in a way that no place has before.