Being holed-up at home recovering from surgery does have its minor advantages: you can hang the “do not disturb” sign on your door with impunity. A few weeks ago on my way to Provincetown I overnighted at Boston’s Liberty Hotel. In addition to a farm-to-table restaurant called Clink and an outdoor patio bar dubbed The Yard, the former Charles Street Jail has the most clever doorknob dissuaders, one of which has curiously made its way to my front door.
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