Nothing at all human scale at the Boston City Hall, not the plaza nor the building.
Walking on the plaza on a cold, heavy overcast windy day in the middle of winter is a soul deadening experience. The monstrosity sits like a gargantuan tumor on the oversized sterile alien plaza. The net effect of which isolates the building from all others in the vicinity, a dead zone.
Been there! Done That! It is an accurate description, FRiend.