One of the most beautiful times of year to be in Boston, in my opinion, is summer. Fall is nice but incredibly short (if you happen to catch those two weeks, have fun!), and spring is nice only if the drudgery of an elongated transition from winter doesn't linger on.
If you don't mind the heat (it's really not so bad, really!), come during summer. It is when the most people are out and about.
As I prepare to leave this city, I continue to learn more and more about the place where I live, for example, who knew there were such thing as gondola rides on the Charles, complete with an accordion player?!
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