The underground rail system in Boston reminds me so much of the time spent spinning around the Parisian tubes - except you always sees only one track on your platform there, separated by tiled arch walls, while inside a Bostonian T stop it's like one bustling and intimidating "hauptbahnhof". But the nostalgia on board is, instead of carefully preserved, out-dated operations, a lively mix of the city's trends and traditions ("go Red Socks!") There are many "good" things said about the New York equivalent...that I couldn't wait to go and prove them wrong!
Underground
in Nonsense