The third tree from the left is my favorite.

It's dark, dingy, and jukeboxed, with a mixed bag of gays, MBTA motormen, nursing students from Mass General, and law students from Suffolk University.

Oh ! bid them cull the myrtle green, Whose deathless bowers adorn the scene, That round her humid cell appear Saved from the ruins of the year;

[They] are so far from breaking hammers, that they submit unto pistillation, and resist not an ordinary pestle.