Castle Island
I remember as a child going to my Grandmother's house and then heading out to Castle Island. I was always thrilled at even the thought of going to Grandma's house, because it meant I could visit the wonderful playground and huge beach there. Now that I come back as an adult, I realize that maybe the playground wasn't so magnificent, nor was the beach as huge as I remembered.
The playground has been rebuilt in the 30+ years since I played there, but they left a few of the old animals, perhaps for sentimental reasons.

Trolley bus reflected in the John Hancock tower.
martini
the resto
coffee