We were lucky to be invited to a neighbor's party on his fabulous, private, 10th-floor roof deck last night. We've been up there before but the views never get boring. And there was even a cool breeze despite the heat wave:
Beacon Street and the Charles River, with the fireworks barge
Back Bay from Mass. Ave., looking downtown
The Pru with red, white, and blue lights
The Harvard Bridge, lit with blue police car lights
We were with a crowd from MIT, so they discussed pyrotechnics construction. We didn't hear the concert, but we had a bluegrass trio on the roof deck who
played throughout. There was also a magician who made my husband's torn dollar bill reappear inside an uncut lemon.
My pathetic point-and-shoot surprised me; I was expecting nothing but blur.
Finale. We worried the kittens were freaking out, but our noisy air conditioner can
even drown out fireworks. They seemed fine when we came home.
Esplanade crowd heading home.