My favourite travel story is really pretty simple and happened the only time I’ve visited Boston.

After arriving I decided to go for a walk as dusk fell. Within five minutes I saw another man jaywalking through a roundabout. 

A car honked and in the broadest New England accent I’ve ever heard the man yelled “Hey, I’m walkin’ here”. It was just like in the movies. 

My Bostonian friends hate this story.