Who’da thunk Boston would be a city of angels?

So it seemed to me when I was there about a month ago, in the limited sightseeing I did. (I was there for the Day Job, which involved covering a major infectious disease conference – and being felled by a respiratory infection.)

These cherubs were under the window of my room in the Omni Porter House Hotel:

and these were around the corner on the Tremont Temple Baptist Church:

I know, I know – they’re actually called putti (and I’ve photographed and remarked on other Boston putti in the past), but it wouldn’t have sounded as mellifluous to call this post “City of putti,” would it?