Wellesley-vegas

Here's some snaps I took last Friday on my stroll into Wellesley, of some of the houses I walk past. It feels a little bit like living in a town full of the kinds of houses you see on those old-school cake tins; they're outrageously quaint.
I did feel slightly stalker-ish, and I didn't want to raise the ire of some paranoid American, so I didn't take any of the houses with the selection of say, four European cars outside to choose from (and there are quite a few of those).

Digging the American flag...

The tree-lined streets of Wellesley, complete with cars driving on the wrong side.

Oslo's public toilet.