When I first went to Boston, a city which still resounds as one of my favourites in the world, this plaza stood out as a one of the singular best memory images.  The statue at the centre of Paul Revere is hardly a significant figure, but the place itself was engrained in me.  And that Revere stature just happened to be in the middle of it.

When I returned in 2011, the plaza and in the middle of Boston’s North end was everything I remembered of it, minus the ”For Rent’ apartment above one of the corners.  It remains one of the most inspirational places in my life for no reason I could ever place.