Between 2001 and 2005, I lived on East Preston Street, between Charles and St. Paul, and every so often I’d hear the clop-clop-clop of horses’ hooves outside my third floor window. Looking out, I’d see an Arabber selling fresh fruit and vegetables from his cart at the corner of Charles and East Preston, right opposite […]
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