Quincy Street is quiet here in the rain. It faces Saint Mary's Square where it seems almost always calm and contemplative. The Square has become a favorite spot of mine lately. There are just enough people, often fan dancers and tai chi practitioners, to make it alive but not so central as to be a magnet for ne'er-do-wells or too many tourists.
Saint Mary's Church, there at the end of the street, has upon it a sign that reads: "Observe the Time, Son, and Fly from Evil." As it used to face a whorehouse, the quote from Ecclesiastics meant something quite specific in another era.
Today, it might be better turned around facing the mortar of the church given the ongoing circus that institution has created of itself. I am a believer in the aspiration of its architecture and scent of its smoke, not its cloaks, lists of demands and tithings.
The church has Its has its place, at the dark end of the street...