My good friend Carmelita graduated from RISD, and she decided to re-visit the campus and the city a couple of years ago, for old time’s sake. She convinced me to tag along with her after regaling me with stories of cool summer nights spent strolling along the riverwalk lit only by ‘floating’ bonfires and revelers’ glow necklaces – all to the soundtrack of classical music and mid-century jazz.

At the time, I was going through a rough phase in my emotional life; Carmelita figured that a visit to Providence in August would be the remedy to, or at least a break from, my troubles. I was cynical, but figured I might as well visit the city if only just to say I’d been there.

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