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The Final House

I didn’t plan on posting a picture of a gravestone. Considering the day was spent on the Framingham Historical Society’s Seventh Annual House Tour, I thought I’d come away with some quaint pictures of a rambling farm house from the 1780s, or a turreted Victorian, or a 20th century Tuscan estate. But whilst inside the fanciful 19th century home with four chimneys and 8-foot ceilings, poor Mr. Pinault was scolded by an elderly lady for attempting to photograph a charming bedside table. She primly noted that “There are no cameras allowed! These are people’s homes! Have you no humanity, young man?”

We stopped at the only non-private residence on the tour, a historic Congregational church from the 1850s. Refreshments were available (catered by Whole Foods, no less.) After snagging a few tarts from the clutches of three dozen greedy biddies, we headed outside to check out the cemetery. Strange, the weather had been rainy and gray all weekend, but the moment we entered the graveyard, the sun bloomed in a clear blue sky. And no one in the graveyard complained when we took pictures.

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