After a cold week that gave most people around us colds and has made me lose my voice, the first few days of November turned lovely. However, instead of being outside, we spent most of our afternoon in underground tunnels… Conor had been asking me for a week to go to a train station. So I brought him to a big one. “Mama! This is not the right one!” Then, despite me asking him ten times before we left whether he wanted to go on a train and him saying no, he asked and asked to go on a train. So I went ALL OUT.
Orange line to North Station, Green line to Park St, Red line to Downtown Crossing, Orange line back to Wellington.
Thank goodness I had brought lots of snacks!