Day 143: Mt. Auburn Cemetery

As today is the second to last day in Cambridge, I decided it warranted three pictures.  All three come from Mt. Auburn cemetery or thereabouts -- the first is a cozy picture of bikes (hi Yoshi!) just outside Sofra; the second, a beautiful gravestone inside the cemetery; and the third, a spiky chestnut propped carefully in hand, also within the cemetery.

After some mild putzing around in the morning (always advisable after one's going-away party), a bike ride to the part of Cambridge which could almost be considered Belmont was in order.  We went to Sofra, a cafe I'd never been to before, and which was simply delightful.  Also a sort of haven for kitchen odds-and-ends (think: dozens of jars labeled things like "fennel sugar", "pickled green garlic", "raw honey", etc.; oh hell, here's another picture, to the right).  Anyhow, it yielded some very delicious food, and it was right next to our afternoon's destination, the Mt. Auburn Cemetery, which I'd never been to before and which I now sorely regret.  I only had about 45 minutes or so to spend there due to a birthday gathering before Calliope stage call, and I could have spent hours.  Every time I go to Paris, I always want to visit Père Lachaise, and for some reason or other it never works out... cemeteries are often such beautiful places.  And somehow seem the opposite of morbid.  Very peaceful, I think.

After a brief rest, I headed to the birthday party of a former classmate, which was really nice.  Could only stay a minute before Calliope, but was good to see everyone's face one last time.

Tonight's concert went amazingly well.  By far the best performance I've ever been involved with during my (albeit short) tenure in Calliope.  Very hot, so the men didn't wear their jackets, but we managed to get through with no casualties throughout the steamy-rainy evening.  I think the audience really liked it, and lots of friends came, which is always a great feeling.

After, a few friends joined us (us = Calliope) at the Rattlesnake around the corner on Boylston.  The 'Snake had kindly put a sign out for us ("Reserved for the Band") which made us all laugh.  I got to say good-bye to all of the Calliope folks (M. nearly made me die laughing with her depiction of why you should never leave the east coast) and have a beer with some close friends, a great way to spend the last full evening in Cambridge.  Somehow at this point I have still managed not to crack... not breakdowns, not once.  One more day!