I’m a big fan of the idea that cities have several, distinct versions of themselves throughout the day, and that a city at 8am may feel completely different than one at 5pm. My favorite is the 1am-6am city, which I call the “secret city.” This morning, I caught a glimpse of Boston’s secret city while driving to the airport. And I have some time to kill while I wait at the gate, so I thought I’d write about it.
We used to live in the Back Bay and your article reminds me of all those times at night when the city is full of lights yet eerily quiet as the city has essentially stopped.
We used to live in the Back Bay and your article reminds me of all those times at night when the city is full of lights yet eerily quiet as the city has essentially stopped.