I'm beginning to feel like I should apologize for going to the same places over and over. This is at least the second, and probably the third, post about Broadmoor in Natick.
But it's so pretty, I can't help myself.
Maybe my (tiny) audience will forgive my repetitiveness if I throw in some pretty nature shots?
(The white blobs are swans. Frances was entranced; Chandler wasn't.)
And then we went home and read Tintin, the girls' latest obsession since finding a trove of Tintin books in Maine (thank you, Cousin Roger).
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