Darce & I took the sweltering Amtrak up from NYC yesterday.
37°C, not many trees — just historic brick radiating judgment.
Ranked 127th in size, but acts like Manhattan with a superiority complex, Providence has one skyscraper, and a population split between lifelong locals and melting art kids.
Small. Sweaty. Absolutely convinced it’s iconic.
Hit a gay bar called Stables and a French spot called Red Stripe. Won’t be back to either.
That’s the review.
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