Coming from rural Maine I do not do so well living in the city with constant clatter surrounding me. When I venture into the city I look for places to escape, to separate myself from the noise of the city. This is one of those places. As you walk down Newbury Street you can pass by these hedges without a second glance. But if you investigate them you see that they conceal a bench nestled into the ground. Stepping down into the space the hedges rise above you and the city drowns in the leaves. Sitting in here one can read, contemplate, sleep or just sit.