It wasn’t till I went through my archives that I realized how thoroughly I’ve unurbanized myself. Small towns, villages, rural landscapes — all present and accounted for. But no more cities. (I do love seeing everyone’s photos of New York and London and Paris, but they’re at a distance now.)
I did find this photo, though. One of those wonderful Parisian lampposts at Christmas?
Well, no. It’s Pittsfield, MA, a modest-sized city, where last year’s Christmas decorations somehow stayed up for months, well into the summer. Good cheer is good cheer, and precious; and unlike Paris, Pittsfield’s not so decorative that they can afford to pull the plug too soon on something beautiful.