We went to Acorn Street because everyone said it’s the most photographed street in Boston. It was . . . a street. Made of cobblestones, which we have a lot of in Brooklyn. And full of tourists, which we have a lot of in Brooklyn. And surrounded by row houses, which, yep, Brooklyn. But as we were looking at each other with shrugs, I saw this pretty planter outside someone’s window, so Acorn Street wasn’t a total bust.
Photo taken at: Acorn Street