When the eternal rain finally cleared, yesterday arrived just perfect with a sunny, super blue sky, but cool temperatures. I abandoned plans for our usual dinner/Red Sox combo and called Peter to go to the ICA, where I'd been wanting to see the Shepard Fairey show. The harbor was crowded with boats when I took the ferry over from Charlestown, swelled with opening night festivities for the arrival of the Tall Ships. On our walk from State Street along the waterfront to the ICA, people were everywhere, walking, strolling babies, lounging outside cafes, looking at boats and partying on boats. The crowds were just the right size, not large enough to make it difficult to get where you were going, but sizable enough to make it all exciting. There was a blues band on the water in front of Rowes Wharf and another band in front of the steps at the ICA. Fairey's show was excellent, graphic but more varied and much larger than I had expected. We stopped for a late supper at the Daily Catch in the Moakley Courthouse and then walked home past one last OBEY Giant poster on a North End billboard. Between the great weather, people watching, art, sunset, and yummy calamari, if you asked how the day was, just like Ollie, I'd say 'delicious'.