A few years ago, I'd experienced Saint Anthony's Feast in Boston's North End for the very first time. Growing up Italian in Buffalo, I'd enjoyed summer Italian festivals before, as they're a regular annual fixture in most American cities. But nothing could prepare me for the sights and sounds of this, the largest Italian Religious Festival in New England.

That day, my husband, Jamie, and I headed into Boston on the last weekend of August, when it's customarily held, with his grandmother, Josefina or "Josie", an eighty-five-year-old Italian immigrant whose wish it was to see the feast "one last time."

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Fonte: Bostoniano