It's true that New York is the Mother of all cities and is symbolic of the grandest scale, skyscrapers and choices. It warps you in this maddening pace, bombards you with information, and takes control in a way that you don't even realize. It's not good or bad, it's just characteristic of New York. When I went to Boston for a weekend, it felt good to shake that off as I made my journey through this quaint city, which seamlessly blended the gorgeous architecture, beautiful parks and fall colors. Boston felt different, a city which was town-ish. No, don't get offended, I meant it as a compliment, I swear!
Given this was my first time, I did most things touristy.