Famous for an unresolved art heist, the Isabella Stewart Gardner museum has an air of mystery that adds a little something extra to its beauty. The courtyard greenhouse has all kinds of foreign palms and flowers, and its mosaic floors and intricate columns make it feel a lot more like Spain than a few streets over from Fenway. I fully admit I didn’t go to see the art or, to be completely honest, absorb anything at all about the museum’s history while we were there. Porter and I went just to put a quick pause on city life, relax in the garden for a couple of hours, snap some photos, and escape the consistent heat in Boston this week that always gets a little old by day six or seven. I’m sure I’ll go back at some point and spend more time wandering the actual exhibits, but it was a beautiful day to be (somewhat) outdoors, and the courtyard alone is more than enough reason to go.