In 1991 I moved to the North End (Gillian moved to the Back Bay). I lived on the fourth floor of this brown-brick, Salem Street, 4-story building -- to the left of the white building -- at the back. The door with the stained glass above it, under the word DRY, was the entry.
It would be lovely to live there now, with the elevated highway gone. But it was pretty damn nice even then.
My landlord ran the dry cleaner, and whenever I told retailers in the neighborhood where I lived, I got special discounts and =very= respectful service. Hmmm.