I’ve spent my week with a book in my lap, tights warming my legs, and so much tea working its way down my gullet that I am surprised there is any left in the whole of Boston.
My Marilynne Robinson obsession continues, obviously. I’ve also been working my way through the wonderful (though dense) Wolf Hall. It is the first in a trilogy of novels about the notorious Tudor dynasty but is all told from Thomas Cromwell’s perspective. The perspective is an odd one and I am still not sure that even after all this time with the man I really know him at all. In other news, Cafe Fixe in Washington Square is an adorable place to have a pot of tea and croissant and Paris Creperie in Coolidge Corner has the best Nutella hot chocolate in all the land. Also, don’t you dare leave there without trying the arugula, fig jam, goat cheese, and bacon crepe. Don’t you dare, I say. I hope your weekend is full of tea and carbs 🙂