About a week ago a bunch of palm trees were planted in the public garden next to the Boston Common. I noticed when the same thing happened last summer, but I never got around to writing about it. I like them; but they're weird. And it's got to be super confusing to the hoards of foreign tourists taking pictures of everything they come across (often squirrels and other seemingly boring stuff). They're going to think the palm trees belong here, like they're in California or Florida or something. It reminds me of that British guy in Love Actually who decides he needs to go to America, so he buys a ticket "to a fantastic place called Wisconsin" in the middle of winter time.
I couldn't find the exact clip from the movie where he says that quote on youtube, but this one works too.