Charles Mackem: From Italy to East Tennessee, via Boston

Whenever it gets really, really hot – like so hot that my shirt is completely soaked before my car’s air conditioning starts to take effect, and I avoid any outdoor activity between 10 in the morning and nine in the evening like the plague – I get a bit nostalgic, and my mind wanders back to the early 2000s, and the two years I spent in New England. I went to culinary school in Boston, and in many ways it was the time of my life.

The summers in Boston were simply lovely. I lived in a tiny apartment in the North End of the city, with a view of Boston Harbor. There was no AC, but it was truly unnecessary. I don’t recall ever being uncomfortable – at least in the summer.