Wandering the cobblestone streets of Beacon Hill was as artistically satisfying as an evening in a favorite art gallery. So many details foreign to my suburban existence in Midwestern Ohio. So much history, both recorded and unspoken. The urge to see it all pulled against my desire to linger and take it all in.
Just steps away from the Massachusetts State House, the area hums with an energy all its own. Historical echoes or the glamor of present day politics? No matter. Beacon Hill is a fascinating ramble.
Defective glass panes are a mark of distinction on the faces of the staid brick mansions and bowfront row houses. Many of these unconventional splashes of lavender date back to a defective glass shipment from England in the early 1800s. An increased amount of magnesium in the panes caused them to turn purple with sun exposure and clear windows began sporting individual stained glass panes.
Reportedly, the company that produced the changeable glass was unable to duplicate its mistake for future profit, lending the few “defectives” that remain an unexpected charm and value.
It’s interesting to read a new perspective on the city and the architecture. I’ve lived outside of Boston for a long time that I just take it for granted.
I didn’t know about the windows. Interesting.
Happy Friday.
Fascinating how a “mistake” or accident can turn into something precious because of its rarity. There’s some strange beauty in imperfection.
Interesting about the windows. I am not a great city lover yet I enjoy wandering the streets in European cities where the history is so long that one can’t help but be enthralled. I always imagine what it must have been like in the various past eras.
Beacon Hill looks like quire an urban walk.