This used to be a town bent on reserve. Polly Bush would stride the length of Beacon with her beret and pearls, English oxfords, and her green book bag slung over a gray-suit shoulder. When nuance was an art form. Well, the glare of the television and that insistent internet buzz you hear did a number on anything subtle … anything that didn’t have an individual bump or two already sanded down to regulation dull sheen. Now we all aspire to a disneyfied vacation, white wires in our ears, and how-to-think books. For a New And Improved experience, try our first-in-the-City open-air antiques bazaar … a place to reconnect with something you lost, something you’d like to have found, something you never knew about. Now that antiques have been smeared off Charles Street by a tsunami of swan boat prints and 7-Elevens, we’re it for a shot at your previous life. Get yourself a reproduction Catherine II escritoire, some pre-war 78’s, a gentleman’s fedora like you mean it …. or maybe even a plated service for twelve from a men’s club with forks as big as your arm. Seen any of that lately? We didn’t think so … watch for that tiny little double-take from your pals the next time they come over. And, no, it won’t break the bank.