I thought I was in for a quiet harbor stroll until someone decided the railing was a stage and the seagulls were their audience. One minute you are breathing in salty air and watching boats drift by, and the next it feels like a street performance nobody asked for.
Massachusetts harbor walks have a way of starting calm and then spiraling into chaos when a few common behaviors pile up.
People crowd the best viewpoints, lean out for photos, feed birds like it is a petting zoo, and block the narrow paths with strollers, bikes, and long conversations…