A Hipstamatic Escape

Okay, so I’m on a bit of a nostalgia kick visiting old haunts and old friends.  A few weeks ago I had the rare and lovely chance to have lunch with a friend at Sandrine’s in Harvard Square.  It was a bitterly cold day and snow flurries whipped by the window as we stayed far long and ate far too much and marveled that the truly kind waiter in this French Bistro was actually French. It was almost too much to ask. As we lingered they began setting out the wine glasses for dinner service on the bar and, wanting not to appear the suburbanite tourist, I sneakily snapped this with my Hipstamatic setting on my phone. It’s fuzzy, it’s crooked, it’s almost too Cambridgey, but I don’t care – just looking at it is a vacation.