Following a tipoff from
lyonesse, I braved my Boston nemesis, the subtly menacing Powderhouse Rotary, and wandered around the
Somerville Open Studios. A hundred artists each set up a "studio" one can poke about in - churches and cafes and apartments, tents in the street, sidewalks, masonic lounges, schools, museums, salons. Like the city was inside-out,
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