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Photo Friday: Flower-filled Sneakers

At the end of last week I went to Boston. It was a whirlwind overnighter. I went up last Thursday, had dinner with friends, slept, had breakfast and walked around the city in the morning, then back home Friday afternoon.

I really liked my stay and managed to get some nice photographs during my walking tour, led by a new friend who is also a new Boston transplant.

We saw beautiful churches, the impressive library, Comm Ave (as I learned it is called by locals- NOT Commonwealth Avenue), the river, the original Cheers bar (since we all want a place where everybody knows our name), and Boston Common. Not bad for an hour's worth of walking!

For this Photo Friday I am sharing my favorite of the Boston photos: a window planter box made of sneakers. I knew Boston folk loved their running! This was a charming use for otherwise discarded running shoes.

Happy Friday!

[caption id="attachment_670" align="aligncenter" width="477" caption="Sneakers as flower planters"]Sneakers as flower planters[/caption]

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