File under "ironic": thanks to some spare dirt long ago, what was once a mosquito-infested garbage swamp (malaria = not great) is now home to Boston’s premiere shopping district, multiple historic landmarks, the lion’s share of bars and restaurants, and street-after-street of unaffordable, mixed-use real estate. Hopefully you enjoy wading through slow-moving tourist herds on Boylston and waifish boutique nomads dragging yippy lap dogs on Newbury.
Is your wardrobe Orvis-, Barbour-, and/or LL Bean-centric? Do you silently wish your street was wider to better accommodate your 1994 Volvo and/or Saab, but would never actually say something about it, because that’s the Brahmin way? Do you know what the Union Club is? If you answered “yes” to these questions, then you live on Beacon Hill.