There's not much I could add about the Boston Common that probably hasn't already been said in it's near-150 reviews, so I'll keep it short and simple...or not. Who am I kidding, I can't do that!
The Common is a Boston icon, and is truly a gem (aptly described, as it is the anchor of Frederick Law Olmstead's Emerald Necklace) for residents or visitors alike.
There are benches aplenty, three T stops to choose from (Arlington, Park or Boylston), ample restaurants, attractions and other outings lining the park perimeter, the paths are mostly paved and the scenery (on most days) is beautiful (more on that later).
If I accomplish nothing else with this review, I must call to your attention that there are two sides to the Common, split by Charles Street. The side closer to Newbury and bordering Arlington Street is the "Disney Land" side of the Common - this is where the infamy lives: the beloved "Swan Boats", the iconic George Washington statue, the stunning gardens, the bubbling fountains and the smallest suspension bridge in the world (betcha' didn't know that!) are all residents of the greener side of the fence.
Enter, the OTHER side of Charles Street. This is where the tourists tend to clutch their children a little closer, make sure the fanny pack is secured, constricted pupils nervously darting back and forth. "Toto, I've a feeling we're not in the Common, anymore..."
But this is where Bostonians live (sometimes, literally). This is where we take our dates skating on frog pond in the bitter cold winters. Where we play tennis on the under-served courts in the crisp, fresh autumn. Where we chomp on Italian ice and watch a little league game in the heavy, hot summers. Where we make our re-entry into the outdoors on the first warm, moist spring day.
Tourists cautiously make their way through this authenticity that is downtown Boston Common, until they happen upon the hill leading up to the holy grail, the Statehouse. Their heart rates stabilize, as they loosen the death-grip on their child's hand, reaching for the oversized camera. "Look, honey, the Statehouse! Run up the hill so I can get a picture! That graveyard is supposed to be nearby, isn't it?" And although they don't realize it, the shiny gold dome of the Statehouse blinding them into false security, there is a bum sipping on his brown bag, looming behind a tree, watching just a *little* too closely as Johnny runs up the hill and throws his arms into the air for a photo...
But what's a city without a little flavor, right? [yeah, whatever you need to tell yourself...] But there's a light at the end of the [T] tunnel: the Common and all it's glory that I love so much, even if I write deprecating, sarcastic Yelp reviews about it. read more