The boosters’ map might give you stronger hopes for Providence than is justified. Still, it was nice to get out of Boston and walk around some new streets. Along Westminster Street there are a few trendy shops and a great cafe staking out what may turn out to be lovely and vital core. There was a small farmer’s market going on inside one the empty buildings and a craft show in another. Vic picked up his first piece of handmade, “meet the artist” work, a creepy three color print by Meredith Stern. It seemed like a decent thing to do with all the art kids that call Providence (temporary) home.
We walked up to College Hill, home to the Rhode Island School of Design and Brown. There’s a good set of federalist homes up there, but surprisingly few good views of the city or the industrial bay below. Winding our way down toward the waterfront, we bought some tea from a witch shop on Wickenden Street, which would have given those Bay Colony Puritans fits. If we don’t feel like drinking the tea we bought, we can erase the negativity of our couch by rubbing the tea over it, though it won’t do a damn thing about the dust bunnies living under it.
Not hungry after a filling breakfast, we opted to skip dinner and get out of the cold via that bus back to Boston, both of us feeling a bit relieved that we hadn’t made a reservation for a hotel. With the kids out on winter break and everyone making a trip to Boston for holiday shopping, it seemed rather quiet in Providence.
A few pictures from Providence
I like Providence. I prefer taking the train, though. Buses suck.
Next summer, be sure to go to Waterfire