“Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler...“
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler...“
― Robert Frost, The Road Not Taken
Harvard turned out to be an ancient collection of brick buildings and concrete pathways that wound through grassy park-like open areas and underneath occasional stone and wrought iron archways. The teeming heart of Cambridge lay just beyond the campus border, making the college feel very much a part of the city in which it lived. For all that this was the Ivy League, I saw very little actual ivy, though this may have been because my visit occurred in early March. It was spring in Tampa, Florida, but the bite of winter still hung heavy in the air in Boston.
