10,000 Men of Harvard
Whenever I visit Harvard, I always get these visions of pictures like this:
OK, I’m a retro addict. Guilty. And I love those old Harvard photos. There is something so “Dead Poets Society”/Catcher in the Rye/A Separate Peace to me.
Today I visited the Harvard Memorial Church. I’ve never seen it open. It was quite stunning and it brought back those photos I posted above: