Our old house on Fruit Hill Ave.  Abby and I were driving around yesterday.  We walked around her neighborhood, Federal Hill, which has turned into delightful place since I saw it last.  Hit a wonderful deli for non-Panamanian ingredients (porcini).  Sped throgh Olneyville and North Providence, the East Side and Wickenden St.  Had dinner at an Asian fusion place, and pined for desserts at a fabulous bakery.  Drank our to-go coffees at the oudoor mall on Federal Hill, to the tunes of a Frank Sinatra impersonator.  I have never seen so many guys with cigars.  Post-Sopranos Little Italy.