I couldn’t help but think, as I walked the streets of Boston and Cambridge, of all the history that has passed through the city. Minute men and Paul Revere, founding fathers and colonists, the clip-clops of horses and ring of gun shots, trills of freedom and excitement of a new era – it all echos off the cobblestones, bricks, narrow pathways and parks of the city; so nearly palpable, that if feels like if you squint a little harder, Boston’s days of old will materialize before your eyes once again.